#WritePhoto Birds Of A Feather

June 8, 2017 — #writephoto, flood, poem, poetry, river

The Flock

We sat on the hill above the flooded river
Watching as towns and farms washed away
Floating downstream on the big cresting waves
Water overflowed the banks and destroyed trees
That had stood on the shore for centuries
Their roots were severed by the current rushing
Swelling, moving the earth beneath their giant limbs
That crashed into the water with furious destructive
Sounds of nature taking her revenge on civilization
The only hopeful sign we could see from our perch
Was the flock of birds flying over their former homes
Taking to the sky to look for a new place to build nests
We envy them their ability to keep the flock together
They fly in tight formation, in search of fairer weather

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This poem was written in response to this weeks photo prompt by Sue Vincent on her blog , The Echo.  Join bloggers from around the globe for more stories about this photo and last week’s.