Life's An Itch - Scratch It Poem by Rod Morris

Life's an Itch - Scratch It
Panoramas unending, exciting the senses to sights so mind-bending.
Watch sunrise from the east, colourful clouds, and artistic feast.
Morning mists float over lake; before too long they dissipate.
Rivers wild with power untold, cannot be tamed; run uncontrolled.
Winds so fierce howl from the skies sucking teardrops from our eyes.
Years of drought dry land, brown grass, must hang on, sure it will pass.
Lightning strikes a fire is born; when it has passed land so forlorn.
Sometimes we think we've been forgot, Mother Nature lost the plot.
Desert flowers on thirsty ground salute the sky where blues abound.
Seasons come, expectations swell, what they will bring its hard tell.
Another one as in the past, who knows how many, hang hard and fast?
On a much more cheerful note, let's don glad rags and float the boat.
Watch the footy back some nags, couple of beers, some well done snags.
You might think life is full of strife; been home lately, faced the wife?