A native premonition of change

Like old Tommy Finnegan
who couldn't remember what to think,
I was wondering what will happen
when this old chaotic world sinks --
coming to its end?

Won't be anytime for drinking
away all our infinite sorrows,
for things will be continuously falling,
and the ground will be opening --
ready to swallow.

Won't be much time for praying
when the sea water comes flooding.
The earthquake opening up to the waters
up north, to meet the Gulf about half way --
creating an ocean
where grew corn, grain, and hay.

The day seemed a long time coming
some figure it's all just another hoax.
Yet see there, the massive crack widening,
and the uptrusts reaching for the sky --
hard to steady the boats.

I'll make my way to the Appalachian Mountains,
or the Black Hills, or the Rockies, they'll be islands!
Might make a home on the new beach...
any higher on the islands will be too cold --
and hard to reach.

I finally awoke sitting in my reclining chair,
wondering what kind of a scene I've dreamed?
It didn't feel like a dream; more of a teaching to beware.
Is this a premonition about what's to come --
should I believe what I've seen?

What does a body do having seen such a dream?
Whatever could be done after watching such a scene?
Makes you worrisome: Makes you scream!
What will I do: When will this be: Should I say what I've seen --
Will my friends come with me;
or will I go it on my own?

Guess we'll find out eventually,
even as crazy as it does seem.
To be so upset from night's memory,
all because of premonition or dream --
All because of a sight I've seen.