At last the rain drenches the dusty land
Turning this parched land into a lake of dreams
Again the great rivers flow
Soon green will replace the brown
Though the drenching was a little fast
The rivers burst through the sides
Floods now replace the dry landscape
Now the land is drowned
Extremes are but a part of this land down under
For many years the land stressed from lack of rain
Now an overabundance falls in a day
Nature can be cruel in so many ways.
But still in the winter we can have some fun
For this year at least the snows have come.
Again we will enjoy the cold
Huddle close about the fire
For again the wet season has come
And the brown lands will again be green
Children will again feel the drops
And play in the puddles with glee.
My dear, there not be a speckling of rust on ye pen o'gold...Vivid detail, and a tingling of asimile, highlights this gem...Rock Solid Crafting, young lass... FjR
Alison, I do believe you have to live in Australia to fully appreciate this wonderful poem. A keenly observed piece about extremes of a harsh, unforgiving climate - about dreams and greening and above all - the optimistic spirit of the people who toil in the dryest continent in the world. Excellent poem. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alison the imagery you display come to life in three dimensional clarity. Beautiful write my friend. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David