Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Won’t Stop

Imprisoned by rain that will not stop

I look through glass and see my road has gone

A river runs outside my door

Neighbours waving, waist deep

Small boats float by, the people wave

As if out fishing for the day

Life goes on, the postman calls

Food and drink delivered

to those who have lost ground

By helping hands, we will not starve

Tv rescued to the upper floor

Lights still working. Blankets dry

We snuggle down to wait for the river

To find new land to sink below

All safe inside our own kind of Noah’s Ark

Our homes will not float away

When land reappears, friends will help friends

To dry life out, until next time she floods

We smile, knowing we are safe for now…