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This Is a Sunburnt Country (God Give Us Summer Rains)

John is passionate about human and animal rights, social justice, equality, and the environment, and likes to convey that in his writing.

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Dry brown grass

Dry brown grass

This Is a Sunburnt Country (God Give Us Summer Rains)

This summer has reached record highs,

The heat wave rages on.

Long days beneath the scorching sun,

Spring seems long since gone.


Just weeks ago the grass was green

Now it's brown and dying.

The water in the tanks is low,

The dams and bores are drying.

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The sheep and cattle have no feed,

Starvation barely resisting.

Unless it rains this coming month

The herd will need agisting.


Meanwhile we're trapped within our home,

Too hot to venture out.

Fans and aircon turned on high,

I hate this prolonged drought.

Marsupials come out at dusk

Marsupials come out at dusk


The trees are stressed, the land is parched,

But wildlife struggles on.

Marsupials come out at dusk

To miss the scorching sun.


A Snow White Christmas just a dream,

A fable from afar.

The coolest place you'll find 'round here

Is an air conditioned car.

My Country by Dorothea MacKellar

The lines 'I love a sunburnt country, a land of sweeping plains, of ragged mountain ranges, of droughts and flooding rains' are from 'My Country', written by Dorothea Mackellar between 1904 and 1908.

I love a sunburnt country,

A land of sweeping plains.

So says MacKellar's famous poem,

But God give us summer rains.

— John Hansen

© 2016 John Hansen

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