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When Nature Rolls the Dice

When Nature Rolls the Dice.


The neighbouring fields are under water,

But the house is still high and dry,

As heavy rain on top of snowmelt,

Swells the river flowing by.


While civil servants make predictions,

  For press and politicos to relay,

That old river, just don’t listen,

 It’s up three feet more today.


It cares not for statistics,

Or calculations on rate of flow,

Or some desk jockey expert’s claim,

That “she’s about run out of snow.”


The river is running high and wide,

With luck she’ll crest real soon,

But she is mighty unpredictable,

When runoff waits ‘til June.


Mike Puhallo

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