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