Ohio River Floods
Floods caught him sadly, without words to speak
The misery and the gloom, when there's no light
In darkest mazes of a watery night.
To supplicate all efforts left him weak.
Not like the happy trees, stretched high and sleek
Above the mountain line in their delight
To be alive. Slanted, a startling sight
And quite a silhouette to viewers from the creek.
To supercede the shadows' incessant fall