Paul Warren Poet Ballad

The Dust Devils Danced

The dust devils dance across the dusty plains
As I look from the back verandah wishing for the winter rain
The sun glares from above striking at the azure blue
When I see the red dust blowing I wonder what to do

For the wide brown land can be harsh when it doesn’t rain
And the toughest people are all that will remain 
The rusty tractor just stands and the sheep look for shade
When my father had the land he thought he had it made

But that was before the sun scorched it all
And we prayed for the rain would not fall 
And the dust devils danced across the plain
As I look from the back verandah wishing for the winter rain.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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Lindsay Laurie January 27, 2020 at 6:13 PM G'day Paul … with severe drought and bush fires in Queensland some would think what value is there farming in these places now, and then the rain falls - thanks Paul - Lindsay

Arturo Michael January 27, 2020 at 1:32 AM Good one...I like this line, "When my father had the land he thought he had it made" memories...