AN AUSSIE BUSH SUMMER
Golden dust veils the scalding sunset,
And eucalyptus leaves droop weary.
Heat strangles each breeze at birth,
And all the bush is quiet and eerie.
A lonely road wanders lost between
the fences; some cattle, black and still.
Lost interest in the grass —
And waiting for that dry creek to fill.
Nightfall claims the leavings of the day,
And branches reach out long and shady.
The country’s parched and breathless,