Outback Spring

Poppy can you tell me, just one more, About the seasons, you say there are four The old man in his rocking chair Smiled at his granddaughter, oh so fair Tell me please about Spring, It seems to make spirits sing. She begged as she climbed onto his lap, His memory turned to a younger chap Before I came to Queensland’s Outback He began; I lived beside a Welsh coal stack There when winter’s grip firm and bold Relinquished, a world of beauty does unfold Birds again begin to sing Green shoots from the earth do spring A rhapsody of brand new life A joy of colour, and far less strife We have only two seasons here, And then not even every year When they come, the wet and the dry Both in excess will make us cry In the dry we pray for rain Yet when it comes it floods the plain Then we pray for it to dry And we watch our cattle die Poppy, the child said drawing near I guess, we are really lucky here All the people long for Spring again Yet we have it after every decent rain 03/03/2014