In The Drought Ravaged Landscape Poem by Francis Duggan

A landscape where even gums and wattles are rare
The brown and wide paddocks for lack of rain looking bare
The waterless creek bed and bone dry roadside drain
And the parched countryside is in need of rain
Where bush fires have been through survivors count the cost
And they mourn for lives of family and friends in the flames of death lost
Many grieve for burnt homes and dead animals though homes can be re-built
And many suffer from what's known as survivor guilt
Where the fires have been through blackness for miles around
Fire gutted and blackened trees and blackened burnt ground
And where the fires have not been through miles from the nearest town
The countryside looking so bare and so brown
Where the stunted gum trees refuse to grow tall
And where billions of dark ants on the sun baked ground crawl.