Dean McInerney

Rookie (24-6-93 / Limerick)

The Flood - Poem by Dean McInerney

At six in the morning
We did get a call,
“evacuate” he said,
“the water’s grown tall”.

I ran down the stairs
To find floods everywhere,
“come quickly” he called,
“we’ve no time to spare”.

My family went first,
I followed close,
While surrounded by water
From my neck to my toes.

Memories got drowned
On that terrible day,
Things of sentimental value
Just got washed away.

But I got to keep one thing,
With this I will never part.
A simple leaf from my beloved
I keep close to heart.

It may sound stupid to others
But to me its not,
I’ve got this leaf
But the leaf will rot.

It will rot like the timber
Of my house in the wet,
Oh tat terrible day
I will never forget.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 16, 2010



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