Flood Time Festival

Flood Time Festival Brooks boil brown, streams roil mud on down to the muscled waters of the hemorrhaging river where a holiday throng on tubes— people at first but no plastic milk jugs nod and bob, pampers and white stuff sail along, limbs and branches hail all swirling so swift and festively on down to the brand new dam at the lake by the lovely Buckhorn resort where they fetch up festooned in the chicken wire that holds back the mountain and they dance and wave in the high breeze rags, sneakers, pampers and white stuff aloft in the springtime sky-oh. —Noel Smith 54 ...