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
Dear Alice,
I love this poem and I also like the way you put meanings for the hard words. This poem was very exiting to read and I really enjoyed it.
Also, for the poem what made you choose this topic?
Kind regards
Tirath.
Hi again, Tirath. I wrote this poem after visiting a farm in outback Victoria where there had been very bad flooding. The pictures were incredible. The farmer told me how the pelicans appeared from nowhere as soon as the fields flooded. Apparently the floodwaters contained huge numbers of fish. Amazing! Alys
Dear Alys,
I liked how you put difficult words in this poem and how you put the meaning for the hard words to. I liked the poem very much🙂.
Ranulaka
That’s nice to know, Ranulaka. I found it quite hard to write this poem. It took me many long months. In the end, I had to rewrite the ending to make the rhymes work. Alys