Friday, September 23, 2011

Bush Burden.


Our country compatriots have been doin' it tough, some still are, a few have found it too much and given in -

Just over the fence or through the gate,
by the sliprail – it’s getting’ late –
makin’ for  that furthest hill.

Some green grass but most is brown,
the sheep are movin’ bit further down
past the tree to the nearby rill.

Water in dam but we need more rain
to ease the sufferin’, ease the pain
cos the bank wont pay the feedin’ bill.

Night is nearin’ with mist on the rise,
light grey cloud is coverin’ the skies,
I should keep goin’
but I’ve

lost
the

will.

©.Rimeriter. 14/7/11.

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