A gasp of breath beneath the sun
the dry parched land that bleeds
Sunburnt through the winter chill
without the rain it needs.
Empty of the luscious fill
abounding from the skies
As fields of green now turn to brown
and we watch it slowly die.
For once we were a nation proud
a land of sweeping plains,
Where we'd feel the extremities
of droughts to flooding rains.
But all we now see on this earth
all cracked and dry and parched
Are wilted souls just thirsting for
that once green rain-soaked path.
Though seasons come and seasons go
throughout the winter chill
The sun shines down but there's no rain
to relieve our dry land still.
Before too long it will be Spring
and with it comes the heat
Within the dry brown land that feels
a spark is all it needs.
And so the land that gasps for breath
needs to feel again
Upon the weathered soil and earth
a cool refreshing rain;
Without the quenching overflow
of showers from the skies
This rich brown land that once was green
will soon dry up and die.
© Christina
14th August, 2005
"While watering our garden this afternoon I was inspired to write about the condition in which our country is ~ a drought, no rain, dry cracked earth and dwindling water supplies. It's sad to see what has it has come to, but now here we can only water twice a week (Wednesdays and Sundays) after 4pm, in an effort to try and conserve what precious little water we have left. One could hardly believe that it is winter here for we have hardly seen enough rain to fill our dams and catchments that supply our towns and our nation with its water. Sadly Australia really IS gasping for breath."
 
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