The Creeks Down To A Trickle Poem by Francis Duggan

The creeks down to a trickle most water dams are dry
And water-birds not to be seen to elsewhere they did fly
And elsewhere could be anywhere hundreds of miles from here
To this place the nearest large body of water is not anywhere near.

Some of the water-birds who lived here perhaps they may be dead
Waterways drying up for miles around and thirsty times ahead
More than four weeks from the start of Summer the warmest time of the year
And some farmers in financial ruin suiciding such sad news sad to hear.

Again the dreaded one el nino is lurking all around
And every dropp of moisture is slowly sucking from the ground
The Landscape getting browner and drier with every passing day
And for the drought breaking rainfalls the religiously inclined do pray.

The farmer's water dam is only quarter full his hungry livestock getting thin
To thoughts he has of suicide he feels like giving in
But due to his love of family to life he'll surely cling
Though financial ruin is threatening it has been a hungry Spring.

The creek down to a trickle and bone dry every drain
This Countryside could surely do with a few weeks of heavy rain
Around the near empty water dam not one water bird to be seen
And the Landscape looking brown and bare with hardly any green.