Sunday, May 7, 2017

Australian Bush


We watched from our cave shelter
Where we had taken refuge
The heavy rain had now ceased
Easing to a thin drizzle
The old mountain ash trees sighed
Born hundreds of years ago
Their origins time forgot
Seemed to shake off the water
A few limbs had snapped off now
As sun radiates its warmth
And the forest birds called again
Their singing rings in our ears
To lift our spirits once more
Soaked to the skin, homeward bound
What stories we would now tell
Trapped in the Australian bush

Image found at www.australiangeographic.com.au



5 comments:

  1. An evocative tale. Apt picture, too, ash-killy! :)

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  2. It's as if a whole new world was born again. Or he death of fear which you can bury now.

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  3. A magical poem full of adventure

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