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| "DROUGHT" The scene is DESOLATION Seeming beyond repair, The trees are fruitless,and in despair, No water for the creeks to run, As the grass burns brown,beneath the sultry sun, The flowers have wiltered before my eyes, And in the distance,I hear the cries, As the animals fall,one by one, Too weak to fight it--the hunger has won, While others lay there,dead at my feet, People watch,weak from defeat, Aridness is all around, But Rain,it's Saviour,can't be found, This little town where I was born, The folk now stand and mourn, So tragic is the scene about, The scene we see----is DROUGHT! Copyright:Michelle Stephenson |
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| "THE BIG ONE" The Gum trees stand there tall, As the river bank forms a wall, The birds fly from tree to tree, And a kookaburra laughs with glee. My Mother sits there on her perch, Looking prim,like she's in church, Counting every row she knits, With a joke now and then,to show her wit. My Father baits his hook on line, Watching,for the slightest sign While he waits to feel the bite of a fish, To catch a big one,is his wish. My sister,and my nephew too, Sit with rod in hand upon their pew, As we watch and wait,for a fish to bite, But we could be waiting the rest of the night. But now its time to pack our gear, Not one bloody fish,has even come near, "I guess," says Dad,"we'll call it a day, They'll be bigger next time anyway!" So home we drove,amidst the dust, The day is over,as good days must, But there'll be another,when next we're out, Then you'll hear us continualy shout "I've caught a big one",as we haul them out! Copyright:Michelle Stephenson |
| Some of my best Memories are sitting on the river bank with my Folks fishing... |