Tag: The Land

Stretched…taught…your drought tangible I can feel your dust…your parched lips Your dirt cracks…they open…hungrily Your wattle shined…but not for long Gumnuts flowered….then stripped away By the beaks of cockatoo… and galah Stealing your honey… greedily, intoxicated Screeching delight… at your dessert offerings As your trees sway… and dance…they too… long For just a drop of…