Thus far, the Leonard Everett Fisher books I've reviewed have all been based on Greek mythology or Bible stories, and consequently been very weighty affairs. In this story, however, despite the presence of a massive flood and an orphaned baby, the narrative couldn't be breezier. It even rhymes!
A tiny Dutch village stood low near the sea,
where a dike held the tide for a people carefree.
Crisscrossed canals drained seawater away,
helped by a windmill that pumped everyday.
It's a sign to rebuild, the villagers agreed.
They built new houses and planted some seed.
Stronger windmills appeared, nineteen in all
to pump the water beyond the seawall.
Over five-hundred years later, those same nineteen windmills still stand, and I could tell Fisher took great joy in painting their shadowed angles.
|Carefree days before the flood.|