Kunama 1957

It had been raining for many days
The settlers were watching with fear,
They were praying for the warm sun's rays,
But the river had no car.

No mercy for moans of drowning stock,
None for the cursing of men
As it wound itself around a rock
Which once stood alone in the glen

It destroyed their houses,
it ruined their wheat,
All vanished in its rushing brown dye,
But no break could be seen in the greyish-black sheet
That covered the whole northern sky.