The Dust Devils Danced Poem by Paul Warren

The dust devils dance across the dusty plains
As I look from the back verandah wishing for the winter rain
The sun glares from above striking at the azure blue
When I see the red dust blowing I wonder what to do

For the wide brown land can be harsh when it doesn't rain
And the toughest people are all that will remain
The rusty tractor just stands and the sheep look for shade
When my father had the land he thought he had it made

But that was before the sun scorched it all
And we prayed for the rain would not fall
And the dust devils danced across the plain
As I look from the back verandah wishing for the winter rain.

© Paul Warren Poetry