Red River Flood

The Red River has had more than its fill;
It heaves chunks of ice through bedroom windows,
leaves its banks with fierce intension to spill
the very last remnant of winter snows.

Folks strain to contain its far-flung fury; 
chain-gangs struggle against the river’s will
lest friends and animals they must bury;
Men heave the sandbags, plug leaks they can fill.

As the torn rogue river slowly recedes,
weathermen call for more snow tomorrow;
unless snow stops falling and ice is freed,
everyone is in for further sorrow.

More snow is coming, more pressure at hand.
Sub-zero temperatures, double edged sword,
will slow the flow, but freeze the thirsty land.
Their fate now lies in the hands of the Lord.