Back To Drought Again

• Emily Shields, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2007

The dry ground is cracking,
Water we are lacking,
For the animals there's not much feed and hardly any seed.

As I sit in the hot sun,
I eat a squashed bread bun,
The butters all melted,
Stupid summer sun.

I am cultivating the ground,
Ain't many worms around,
The tractor stops the engine pops,
And I'm sitting on a cloud.

The rain is pelting down,
We are all in the town,
The rain stops the ground looks plain,
Back to drought again.