Across the Street from the Christmas Tree

The rain came down for days.

The river flooded the entire park.

All that was summer and fun,

Went mucked under water with mud.

We watched a mobile home float,

Away with a half open blue cooler,

A dumpster, canoes, a coffee tin,

A Big Wheel, and broken styrofoam.

Yet, just days before the holiday,

The rain let-up, as did our spirits.

We shoveled up the grime and gunk,

As the children sang like cherubs.

Still, the liquor store, across the street,

outshined the communal Christmas tree.

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