Roof top summer time
The excellently exceptional
Mischief mallee throwing ice from
Hallway windows at passers-by
Sunshine all the time sun gaze
Am I blind? Summer CRAZE!!
Hey! Whatever daze. Cops came
Kept the sweat on! Just Youthful
Phase HAZEY HAZIER HAZIEST
HAZE!! Summer hot simmering
Sultry sustaining with what we
Were one under the sun fun funnier
Funniest Deli meat DONE!! THOSE
DAZE! The hot heavy heat has won
This day we're done done done!
HEY! Whatever daze!! Whatever DAZE!!
Categories:
mallee, family, health, hip hop,
Form: Alliteration
Lifting from the Millewa;
swirling to the sky,
billowed to the heavens,
each particle drifts high.
Closing down the clearness
in an ever thickening rust,
from dry and harrowed farmland,
swirls the Mallee dust.
Categories:
mallee, nature, weather,
Form: Rhyme
If it were not for a song
Midnight train to Georgia
Little child runnin' wild
Fellows mellow hanging
Holler holler!
Ketchup sandwiches
Home alone
Aah Dem days
Mommy's home!
Pity pat chit chat
Who's the leader?
Trouble maker all
this trouble who's to
Save ya right tonight
Ya goin' home.
Dodge ball in the hall
Somebody hit ya hit
'em harder.
No more father.
Rip that change
Nothing was ever the
Same again.
Time passes and he's
Farther away.
Holler! Movin' stride
Against the tide.
Holler. HOLLER!
For all the good times
And good byes
Little child runnin' wild.
Way back there brothers
And sisters cousins
Up stairs and down stairs
And NEW YEARS EVE
party years
Loudness never quiet
Hallway mallee last tag
1 2 3 get off my father's
Apple tree!
Time passes. A cake walk.
You ain't my mother!
You ain't my father!
Don't tell me what to do!
Little child.
You GOT YA SELF.
Categories:
mallee, anger, angst, boy, brother,
Form: Cinquain
A twisting whirly musters
hard baked leaves and bark.
There’s another red sunset,
just before it’s dark.
The wilting wattles weep,
and plea ‘I can’t live on!’
The strong keep fighting drought.
The weak, soon dead and gone.
Wheat fields and their bounty,
wither in the sun to die.
Red dust leaves forever,
adding color to the sky.
A man who’s living heartache,
is this economic pain.
Prays to the Lord and waits…
Then he can smell the rain.
An inch falls in the Mallee;
the Mallee don’t need much
to fill the pans and lowlands,
that yearn to feel the touch.
In the days that follow,
changing is the scene.
An inch here in the Mallee,
and red soil turns to green.
Lightning dances in the sky
to the beat of thunders drum,
heartbreak storm passes on,
the follow up don’t come.
But drifting from the west,
clouds hide the sun away,
land is cast in shadow…
the sky turns steely gray.
And rain falls in the Mallee;
the Mallee don’t need much
to fill the pans and lowlands,
that yearn to feel its touch.
In the days that follow,
changing is the scene.
Rain here in the Mallee,
and red soil turns to green.
Categories:
mallee, nature, weather,
Form: Lyric