Fields in Flood
For weeks now the wind has been keening,
cascading its tears into creeks
sobbing small streams into torrents,
the torrents now springing small leaks.
Around us the rivers are rising,
wet-fisted they break sodden banks,
huddling the sheep in their paddocks,
drowning the grass round their shanks.
Floodwaters bury the highway
choking the freight and the fields
and pelicans thunder the sky-way,
casting their rods and their reels.
There are lots of tricky words in this poem. Do you know what the words mean?
Keening = crying
Cascading = pouring
Torrent = fast-flowing stream
Sodden = soaking wet
Freight = trucks carrying goods to sell