Genre…..Australian Bush Poetry, Society, Rhyme, Life
My Home Australia
by David J Delaney
This is Australia my home,
where beast and human freely roam,
where termite mounds have stood for years
and country pubs serve ice cold beers.
Where droughts seem like they’ll never end
while in the sky some hawks descend,
then pick the bones of calf or lamb,
they died where once was a full dam.
Where farmers kick the dust and rock
how long can they stay on their block?
and pray one day the rain will come
then hardships might be overcome.
Where with the rains the landscapes change,
from dry salt pans to mountain range,
the waterways they now disperse,
within a country so diverse
Where fingers stretching through this land
are filling all the beds of sand,
and soak the ground right to its core,
the channels come alive once more
Where gathered by…
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