Summer Night In Australia
No coolin’ breeze in the summer night
Northerlies blow the dusty blight
A full moon shines on the red dusty ground
No cloud to block the stars shinin’ down
You can smell the wild oat grass as you ride on by
The Southern Cross lords above in the open sky.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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