In the dearth of summer
Yea wetlands are suffering
For the big dry is here.
The mossy carpet has become
Red and powdery,
The cracks are everywhere
Ready to swallow a curious umbrella.
And the top soil has become dust
To be blown away by the hot wind.
It's become a drab place
Dangerous to walk
For the large river gum trees
Tend to shed their branches
In order to survive.
Beware of timber falling
Wind or no wind blowing
The river is reverting to a slow creek
And the billabongs are reduced
To cracked muddy basins.
The big dry is here.
L. Bailliet©
25/01/2013
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