Back in the swamp behind our house
the beavers used to dwell.
They built a dam, which made a pond...
until destruction fell.
The rains came down. The water rose
and pushed against the sides.
The dam broke loose and swept away
as rubble in the tides.
And like a giant pulled the plug,
this pond went down the drain.
I fear the ride for fish and frogs
was chaos filled with pain.
And ever since that fateful day,
my husband‘s brothers said
they’d like to build another dam
out in the swampy bed.
So 2020 summer...