Drought
The red dirt hills across the dusty plains
Shimmer in the heat, begging for rain
The earth walks down to the dry creek bed
Past souls barely breathing, almost dead
The suns burns a hole through the outback sky
While people hang their heads in despair and cry
 
There is beauty here in the colours of the land
And the way they help each other by giving a hand
Doing what they can to make each day bright
Never giving up but standing together to fight
This is our land and at times so hard to survive
But ALWAYS worth living…staying alive!
-Cheree Stokes 16/04/2019 ©