Mother Nature

2023-2024 Wet Season

 

I watched the wretched dust blow

Invading every nook and cranny

Wiping it away daily, time creeping slow

A feeling settled over me, quite uncanny

The heat became oppressive

As lightning tongued across the plains

The sound of crackling fire destructive & aggressive

Choking on smoke with stinging eyes I prayed for the rains

If you looked down on us from above

Over half the place was black

By the end it was no longer a labor of love

Everyone was keen to get the fire bugs back on the rack

Driving over bare earth, sweat sliding down my cheek

I cranked the bore over and watched as it spat to life

Roos hanging about, they’d become quite wise, no water in the creek

Like the cattle, knowing if they stray too far, they will be in strife

After dust storms and fire the welcome sound of rain is a relief

I dance and wait for the country to come alive

Little did I know soon i’d be in disbelief

As the rain just kept coming, the country began to thrive

We’ve battled snakes and floods

An eagle even tried to steal my dog

Everything is covered in mud

and I find myself sick of being water logged!

For we haven’t been able to drive to town

In a couple of months or more

And with the alcohol dried up spirits are slightly down

I don’t think anyone can handle another garden chore!

I’m not one to feel down trodden

But this last 6 months has been rough

From burning up to being thoroughly sodden

Mother Nature will test you even if your tough

I like to think I’ve kept my sense of humour

When everything's breaking down, falling apart or needs a solution

Unhappiness can grow like a tumour

But I’ve kept up my daily constitution

I’ve learnt so many lessons

I’ve got experiences to last all my days

Most importantly the least important is your possessions

Life is a gift if you accept it in all its different ways


Mother Nature my greatest teacher

The weather is my preacher.


Grace Perry.





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