LETTERS: WET-WEATHER VERSES

To the editor:

This poem was written after the flood of 1993:

The year of '93 our rivers went wild.

It's a time that stands out in our mind

So sharp there's no forgetting,

As we recall nothing of this kind.

Farms, houses, livestock and lives

Were lost to the river's rage.

Trying to list it all

Would take page after page.

The outpouring of help from far and wide

Was something beyond compare.

Folks who thought they were hard up

Found they had something to share.

All this rain and flooding remind me of a little poem, author unknown, I learned at least 75 years ago:

This world is not so bad a world

As some would like to make it.

Whether good or whether bad

Depends on how we take it.

RUBY POPE

Fredericktown