Australia - The Yorke Peninsula Poem by Paul Warren

The gum leaves glisten in the afternoon sun
As the warm breeze makes them move as one
The stubble stands lopped off as the harvester passes
The farmer sits in an air conditioned bliss as he masters
The hot machinery when the sun marches across the sky
The crows take to the wind as they rise up on high

I look around and see the light blue summer sky
With wispy white clouds stretch out on by
The deep blue ocean on the distance horizon
Gives a hint of a refreshening breeze that's now gone
The Australian summer is king of what I can see
As the golden sunshine makes a paradise to be.

© Paul Warren Poetry