Empty Clouds

• William Mannix, Grade 2
• Poetry
• 2015

I love a cloudy sky of rolling thunderclouds, but the clouds have rolled away and the sun is beating down.
The dust is all around.
There’s nothing but dry dirt for miles and miles and no feed on the ground.
The clouds are empty, the sky is bright, no clouds around, not tonight.
I love this country with its rolling skies, on a hot summer’s day out the back of Bourke.
It’s dry and dusty, hot and tiring work.
No matter how hard it is, we have to keep going on this droughty place at Bourke.