Posts Tagged ‘rivers’


That glorious day when the clouds start to drain
O’er desperate land that is begging for rain
Brings a thrill for parched hearts when it comes,
when it comes,
When it falls on the leaves, and the roofs, and it drums.

A crash of cloud cymbals, a bright flash of light;
The dark of the storm turns the day into night;
And the song of the rain as it falls,
and it falls
Fills the crestfallen hearts as it thrills and enthralls.

The roads become rivers that gurgle along
And join with the rain in the singing the song.
And the sweet melody that they play
and they play
Is the number one tune by request for the day.

The torrents that fall and the torrents that flow
Bring smiles to the faces now starting to glow;
And the chant they repeat: “Let it rain!
Let it rain!”
Are the words to the song, its imploring refrain.

Drought-breakers are systems that linger for days,
A guest that is welcome till it overstays
But the call for the clouds, “Time to go.
Time to go”,
Is a call that comes never, or ever so slow.

But Noah and his flood will ne’er come again,
And storms of our era move on with their rain.
In the blue that is left, the sun shines
and it shines;
Shines like smiles on the faces, the glow in men’s minds.

Behind is the earth, and it’s lavish and lush
The rivers are swollen; lakes ravished and flush.
And the song has turned green – the land hums
And it hums.
It’s a song of elation for death – drought succumbs.


The photo is mine – rain in the valley below my hill.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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May 2015 In Texas

At my house,
Rain – thirteen inches.
A May-zing!

Nearby lake
Was at 3 percent,
Now 50.

Much flooding.
Disaster for some.
Flood of tears.

Not merry
For them, but bury
Month of May.

May showers
Followed by summer
Texas heat.

In Texas,
We were dry; now wet,
Drying out.


a link to some information about the rain in Texas: http://www.wfaa.com/story/weather/2015/06/02/record-may-rainfall-what-you-need-to-know/28290569/


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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..So Much That’s Still To Do

So much that’s still to do; the Sun
Has yet to cross the sky.
The rivers to the sea still run;
The dew is yet to dry.

So much that’s still to do; the book
Is started but unread.
The stars will come and beg me look;
The snail has miles to tread.

How can it be, when much remains,
Unfinished to the eye,
The curtain falls, and come the chains
Of Death, and one must die?


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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Picture of Rocky Mountains

Image via Wikipedia

         The Coming American

Bring me men to match my mountains,
Bring me men to match my plains,
Men with empires in their purpose,
And new eras in their brains.
Bring me men to match my prairies,
Men to match my inland seas,
Men whose thoughts shall pave a highway
Up to ampler destinies,
Pioneers to cleanse thought’s marshlands,
   And to cleanse old error’s fen;
Bring me men to match my mountains –
   Bring me men!

Bring me men to match my forests,
Strong to fight the storm and beast,
Branching toward the skyey future,
Rooted on the futile past.
Bring me men to match my valleys,
   Tolerant of rain and snow,
Men within whose fruitful purpose
   Time’s consummate blooms shall grow,
Men to tame the tigerish instincts
Of the lair and cave and den,
Cleanse the dragon slime of nature –
   Bring me men!

Bring me men to match my rivers,
   Continent cleansers, flowing free,
Drawn by eternal madness,
   To be mingled with the sea –
Men of oceanic impulse,
   Men whose moral currents sweep
Toward the wide, unfolding ocean
   Of an undiscovered deep –
Men who feel the strong pulsation
   Of the central sea, and then
Time their currents by its earth throbs –
   Bring me Men.

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