Sunset Country or Lands to Sand

When the bonds of winters tears, are all but gone about
the windows pane, no damp to bear nor cold to blame,
suns rays of tender comfort warms not the winter chills
away, or succumb to slumber in the arms of natures dry
watched as the barometers fall and climb to find no rest

Parched eyes scan the skies, reddened by the bloody dry
not a drop was bled from heavens breast, half the top up
went south, no good will come of it, wind simply stole
the best and more, Drought you’re natures bloody hoar
paid a bitter price for life, no profit in sweet remorse

As the shadows of the sheep, that’s left there to stand at
muddied water troughs thin out and grinning skins array
on planes of whitened bones, sot red barren powdered dust
that fills the air, a rough and tough breed can take no more
even steel has its limit, torn, worn away by shifting sands

Neighbors left long time ago, to smart to loose the plot
like chaff before the wind, searching out a place to drop
tempting thoughts that fills ones head to much to loose
not enough is said, riches brought by sweat and toil in
country highway veins to cites simply brought to sell

What happens if we all sell up, without support you die
starved of heavens gift of rain we drink the milk of god
who’s left there to start again, as the desert takes it toll
reclaimed yet it bears the scars of time, rusting, rotting
monuments of what was another time.

Kenneth R Tregoning
Friday, 4 July 1997