Flood of '73 by Andrew Scott
I am sitting on my front porch
watching the river rise with the melt.
Happens this time every spring.
Hear on the radio to watch the floods.
I laugh to myself each time.
What they see is nothing
compared to the flood of ’73.
We should have saw it coming
with all the snow we got that winter
but it looked like it was melting alright.
Typical little floods here and there.
We were even starting to seed our fields
until the rain hit hard and never stopped.
The Saint John River could not handle it all.
The rain and the melt was too much.
The water washed away communities
along the banks of the river.
Taking away homes and lives.
There was no way they could prepare.
I remember the shock
of a trailer park being swept away.
Farmlands were destroyed
for years afterwards.
Damages that would never be healed.
I watch people flinch
every time the snow melts now.
The shudder took years to leave me
to the point that now I just laugh
at the people in panic.
The water floods now will wash some away
but it will never be like ’73
April 27, 2015
© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2015
Bio: Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of a classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones. His books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen and The Storm Is Coming are available now