
by Sandy Ross Bender
Art, Music & Architecture
Memory of a Drowned Town
The river washed my house away,
I always liked the view.
The rocks that I had piled up,
Tumbled away and broke through.
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My cat climbed into the highest tree,
My dog just ran away.
Only the old rooster,
Took command of the bay.
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Down in the valley so far below,
Lay a wasted town.
Some people found their old row boats,
The rest must have drowned.
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We never thought the storm would come,
To our sacred isle.
This is what comes to the best of us,
When we live our lives in denial.
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Sanford Ross Bender – Copyright: 12.30.2015