Winter Storm Poem by David Wood

Without warning Desmond came sweeping in
Like a roaring lion devouring all before it.
Young and old alike, rich or poor, it didn't care.
It came with the wind blowing aside everything
In its path; trees, bridges and roads, all overwhelmed.
Nothing survived its fury.

Rain fell on the hills, it fell in the towns, and it fell
In the villages, it fell on the farms, shops and schools.
Rain swollen rivers flooded everything in its path,
And new flood defences breached. Christmas was
Cancelled in thousands of homes.
Nothing was spared.

And the inexperienced and unqualified politicians, totally
Out of their depth, gave their feeble excuses and shifted
The blame as they did the last time; cold comfort for
People standing in chest deep water in their flooded homes.
Nothing changes.