On A Very Warm Day Poem by Francis Duggan

The wind blows warm air and the brown dust is flying across the bare paddock in the sunny sky
Forty six degrees the warmest day of Summer and everywhere looking so bare and so dry
In the south of the Country the bush fires are raging fanned on by the warm breath of the strong breeze
It burns it's way through the dry and brown grasslands and it burns it's way through the bushes and trees
In it's pathway many cattle and sheep to the huge flames fall victim in the cruelest way possible they would have died
From a distance their corpses just black and invisible blend in the surroundings of the blackened countryside
The warm winds fan the flames in the dry and brown country that burns it's way to the shores of the great lake
Leaving behind a darkened countryside smelling strongly of burnout and burned out homes and sadness and heartbreak
Out there not a country for the vulnerable young or the old and infirm but for able bodied people in their life's prime
To rebuild their homes and to make a brand new start such a price they must pay for a pyromaniac's crime
The winds blow warm air in the dry and brown country on the warmest day for many a year
And further south of here a huge bush fire is raging such news that one would not prefer for to hear
When the weather temperatures soars over forty your best bet stay out of the oppressive heat
Sitting in the shade of a big tree with a bottle of clean drinking water in the park quite relaxed on a timber park seat.