The South Fork Monster

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

song lyric about the tragic Johnstown Flood

 

The South Fork Monster

 

The South Fork monster slept

In his lofty mountain cage,

While the valley folk below

Prayed they'd never feel his rage,

The old dam's crumbling wall had

Somehow kept the beast confined,

'Til at last, he broke it down

Back in eighteen eighty-nine.

 

Some said it was the hand of man

Some said the devil's power,

That set him free to slither down

At forty miles an hour,

But everyone agreed it was

A sad and mournful day,

When that South Fork Monster swept

All those Johnstown souls away.

 

The Pittsburgh men of wealth

Bought the lake some years before,

Then they stocked it full of fish

They could catch forevermore ,

Put screens across the spillways

Just to keep the fish restrained,

But they clogged up through the years

So the monster couldn't drain.

 

The South Fork monster roared

Like a thunderstorm they say,

As he washed away the lives

Of the people in his way,

The seething rains had filled him

Near the top the night before,

And by early afternoon

He was captive nevermore.

 

Some said it was the hand of man

Some said the devil's power,

That set him free to slither down

At forty miles an hour,

But everyone agreed it was

A sad and mournful day,

When that Southfork Monster swept

All those Johnstown souls away.

 

p.s. In case you are a member of a Bluegrass, Folk, or Western group (or know someone who is) and might be interested in co-writing, please let me know - dennisgoodwin1947@gmail.com


Submitted: November 10, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Dennis L. Goodwin. All rights reserved.

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