HOME ON THE PLAIN


We keep on building here, time and again,
About every dozen years,

Then high water gets us...
Drowns us out, leaving nothing but tears,

Even without federal aid
We somehow manage to recover,

Money seems to come from somewhere,
Relatives, friends or some other,

One would think we'd get the message:
"Don't build on flood plain!"

But love for this old place sets in
And we foolishly do it again.

by D. Edgar Murray