Dylan's hard rain has fallen, sure enough
The worst of it's up there in Cumbria
Workington, Keswick, Cockermouth - so tough
To lose it all in the muddy water
Like some blues number. It can't happen here
Well now it can, and does, unhappily
Bridges must be rebuilt; warring nature
Warning us with each new lightning decree
Once again displaying her savagery
After an afternoon rest, with a puff
Then turning away, unconcerned. Cleaner
Than it was, that's how she likes it. Debris
Swept away, and that includes forms of life
This is the dawning of a new era
No comments:
Post a Comment