Summer In A Big land

When summer comes to this land ,
bodies lay on the golden sand .

Surfing , fishing and fun until the summers done.


In summer down under it’s really a wonder .There’s so much going on :
Cricket .
Bowls on the lawn .

But here in this big place .
there so much more to face .

Drought .
Dust lies in water holes -Farmers play out new roles

Bushfires

Like a monster it came taking all in its flame’
Sparks fly and in a flash all that’s left is black ash .


Mother Nature
There is no future here on Earth if Mother Nature can’t rebirth

The Outback
Its just a dry terrain out where there is no rain
Only the sticks remain the outback is its name


In The Scrub there’s a pub


There’s no shower just a tub


Dust storms

In those red dusty days
That block out the suns rays
We must stand together
In all our strange weather


Floods

A real double whammy is an Inland tsunami, in places that were as dry and hot as imported salami .


Hot nights and sweaty sheets

People out on the streets
Beer gardens
Back packers
Beach parties
Fire crackers

Summer is everywhere.

Like the air that we share


Tropical Cyclones – Monsoons


Rides in hot air balloons

Mango trees , wallabies
A cool southerly breeze
Big red kangaroos
Long thin didgeridoos
Blow flies and barbecues
A late night harbour cruise
Waratahs , pink galahs
Skin that goes as red as .
Scorching sun beating down
Ice cold drinks handed round



You’ll hear what’s going on
Cicadas all day long

Kookaburras giggle

See frill neck lizards wriggle in the summer in Oz


If you ever wonder why the answer is because ,

This is a massive land

Flanked by sun ,surf and sand .
With such diversity yet we all understand
the beauty of this place with many different views
from the inner tracks to the concrete avenues .


A Poem

By Paul McCann