Flood

• Miller Giles, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

Splish, splosh the water begins to rise
You can hear everyone's cries
You’re in an old shed
Not even in your own bed
You find it hard to fall asleep
And you start to weep
if you fall in then say your goodbyes
Because one wrong step could lead to your demise
You feel all your hopes and dreams die
Your tears swell up and drop like flies
You look around
And you here a giant pound
Construction workers are building
And you feel your mood lifting
You have a spark of hope
Now it is suddenly easier to cope