There I lay, and deeply dreaming
By the shore of the river streaming.
There I lay, with sunlight seeming
to bounce from rock to rock, and shore to shore.

From far away, I dimly heard
A haunting call, a single word
"Flood, flood!" I dimly heard
echoing across a small and simple town.

And while the rising, deadly flood
Did slowly churn the shore to mud
A flower closed to a simple bud
in my dream of dreams. I slept.

First poem I ever made that wasn't an on the spot sort of thing to impress someone or make a fool of myself.