Not very often does the river straighten
But when it does its attributed to Satan
The thirst of the ground and the drought forgotten
Plus the acres of failed crops and dead cotton
All eyes on the now and never on the was
It’s easier to blame Satan than the real cause
Waters receding now, the river takes form
Rain never made it here, it Was Satan’s storm
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/17
Michael's Lair 