Sydney

Lying on a  beach in Sydney,
scorched and sore in the dry heat,
the sand burns my toes.

I wander back to drizzly days in Leitrim,
when I paddled in my wellingtons
in puddles on the farm where I grew up.

Here rain seldom falls,
and only in quick downpours,
I long for soft days and misty rain
to moisten my face.

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