A Brown Flood Poem by james watkin

A Brown Flood



Have'nt seen it yet
That foul bog monster
Creep past its tall reeds', and o'er
Its sedges' warder?

Wait til the worst rains
Raising hell, night-long
Aid, through their inciting means
In releasing Pong!

Monday, October 31, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: water
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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