The Trail Creek,
could not hold
the flow of
a million million
drops of rain.
The bank let loose and a Gulch became a river,
basements of homes and stores became indoor pools but
not one resident was close to foolish enough to go in and swim.
The streets became
a river of
a muddy coffee
coloured toxic feared
enemy, that had
no weakness but
time.
An apartment building fell as the Columbia River swelled,
eroded and took the ransom till it flowed down stream and
was rumoured to have crashed into a transom of the old bridge.
So many memories swept away down stream, many more, could
not resist to power of the water to remove and ruin, words and images,
by force, and in time, dirt and sediment remained everywhere, after the flood.
Tears replaced rain,
in time water,
all of it,
was drained away,
peoples lives strained.
To a ten
year old boy
this was big!
And as the
Columbia was growing
larger each day
parks disappeared as
the danger neared
I sang, "rain,
rain, go away
we have had
enough, there is
no where to play.
The flood of
nineteen sixty-nine,
was a vivid a
disaster you will,
ever find, but still
the City survives.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
The Trail Creek,
could not hold
the flow of
a million million
drops of rain.
The bank let loose and a Gulch became a river,
basements of homes and stores became indoor pools but
not one resident was close to foolish enough to go in and swim.
The streets became
a river of
a muddy coffee
coloured toxic feared
enemy, that had
no weakness but
time.
An apartment building fell as the Columbia River swelled,
eroded and took the ransom till it flowed down stream and
was rumoured to have crashed into a transom of the old bridge.
So many memories swept away down stream, many more, could
not resist to power of the water to remove and ruin, words and images,
by force, and in time, dirt and sediment remained everywhere, after the flood.
Tears replaced rain,
in time water,
all of it,
was drained away,
peoples lives strained.
To a ten
year old boy
this was big!
And as the
Columbia was growing
larger each day
parks disappeared as
the danger neared
I sang, "rain,
rain, go away
we have had
enough, there is
no where to play.
The flood of
nineteen sixty-nine,
was a vivid a
disaster you will,
ever find, but still
the City survives.
1948 and 2012 and (maybe 2013) floods have also occurred, even though they redid the creek and culverts and reinforced it all. There may be other years with floods but these ones stand out in my
memory
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