Books by Helen J Vandepeer
The interior of Australia can go for years without rain. Storms may come but seldom rain.
The God's are angry...the thunder rolls
Lightning strikes the old tree on the hills edge.
Limbs groan and half crash to the ground.
White ants scatter, let them drown
As rain comes down...
First in a splash, large drops
A parched ground yearns for more.
Thunder Lightning more tempting drops.
Storms roll on their way to the East.
No rain falls in the starved desert-
an ancient land remains dust red. ©hjv.
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|Reviewed by Patricia Oplinger
|I fell in love with Australia 50 years ago and have enjoyed each trip there. You have captured the sights and sounds of the land with authenticity. Thank you for giving me another trip back without leaving my chair.|
|Reviewed by Isabella Koldras
|Helen, your poem accurately captures the images across the vastness of Australia...records the poetic rhythm of the sweet sound and smell of rain...that's so rare...the outback sooo red and the drought sooo dry...sooo unfathomable pain for us the urban dwellers...yet...an awesome sight of sooo much to love..."her beauty and her terror - the wide brown land"...etched upon national character...resilience 'n laconic humour in face of hardship...in tune with rhyme of this ancient land...evolving flora 'n fauna with the ability to adapt...spiritual land...indeed...a shelter for many coming from life's storms...love that country with all my heart!|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|A storm without rain is indeed a frustrating thing for desert life to endure. Nicely captured in your poem.
|Reviewed by Jansen Estrup
|Interesting, matter-of-fact resignation here, Helen. But also I sense a 'been there-done that' feeling of making do and enduring. This story may have been scratched into stone for 50,000 years, just newly translated.|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Without water, how does anything, including people survive...Apparently they do, but it must be a raw & hot existence, not my kind of place to even visit...-e-|