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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


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Date: 3/3/2014 4:50:00 AM
- Beautifully written to the spring that is a pleasure to wait for......... small signs have already come ..... Snowdrops :) - Love the spring :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 3/2/2014 8:07:00 PM
very interesting poem..just wonderful Huberta...luv,Deb
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