The Red Dirt So Dry

I picked it up and let it run through Reddish brown and so dry too Then I stood and looked around The long drought had cracked the ground The wind blew the red dust up high Into the clear blue azure sky In the distance the sea rolled to the beach As the sun blasted the sky out of reach I love this land god given and grand Sun drenched and hard in God’s plan It may be wind blown and red But I’ll always be a proud Australian born and bred. © Paul Warren Poetry