At that time I was unable to locate a copy.
However, stored within my Verbatim archive is an original written in WriteNow. -
Through a pearling, blackening sky
can be seen far overhead,
dark and stormy clouds on high.
A storm is dwelling, gaining strength.
thunder rumbles gaining force.
Soon, rain drops falling in the North.
Clouds are bulging, rolling over
causing concern for the drover,
as he drives those mindless sheep
toward the pens in which to keep,
them from straying, getting lost.
Must be saved at any cost.
Thunder crashes. Lightning flashes.
Across the paddocks drover dashes,
through the gate, across the river-
beware the bridge is not a sliver.
Liquid silver spewing forth
caused by rainstorm in the North.
Flash floods happen frequently.
Thunder-heads are seen on high.
Lightning causes lambs to fly
to their mothers for protection,
they do not know in which direction.
Those that can’t go helter-skelter.
One drover has the task alone,
red kelpie dog is not a drone.
She circles out around the sides,
rounds ‘em up and brings ‘em in
to the flock that’s now not thin,
bolstered by the stragglers few,
the mob moves on without ado.
In the pen and on high ground,
brought in safe by man with hound,
due to storms so early warning
in the omni-present sky.
Upon natures signals he’ll rely
to help him guard his treasured prize.
(c). Rimeriter.
revised - 6/6/03.
It probably seemed appropriate, considering our recent rain events.
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