Drought
This post takes us back to the very earliest days. We dig deep into the past of poetry. I was only 11 years of age when I wrote this poem. Australia was in drought at the time. I was in Year 6 (or Grade 6) at St. Joseph’s School in Junee (rural NSW). Oddly enough the school principal (from Polish background and had a fondness for wearing Hawaiian shirts!) gave it a principal’s award.
Drought
This drought,
Has put rain in doubt.
Cattle dying,
Farmers crying.
Dry plains,
No rains.
No feed,
Bad indeed.
Empty dams,
Dying rams,
Skinny lambs.
Unbearable heat,
Hot feet.
Simon C.J. Falk Summer 1983
Simon's still stanza 