The Drought On Dusty Plains

The wide brown land is dry This drought makes grown people cry When it hasn’t rained on the soil It doesn’t matter how hard you toil The Great Southern Land bides it time As the azure blue sky is forever fine A tough people those on the land Especially when things don’t go to plan So we are left to pray for rain For it will come again Until then we stand with them Awaiting this harsh test to end. © Paul Warren Poetry