The Drought

• Madelyn Davidson, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

THE DROUGHT
Once my home was green and lush but now it’s turned to dirt and dust.
The dam was a place where we used to play with boats, boards and fishing rods.
In the dam we used to catch saratoga, well that is all over. We tried our luck for golden perch but now its turn to mud and dirt.
The rain hasn’t fallen for months ,the grass has died, the land is barren.
The whirly wind blows picking up dust on the way.
We hide inside to protect our eyes and pray for rain again.
Our cows and horses roam the dry empty paddock in search of food,
but now they depend on us each day for more and more food.
I go to bed at night crying to hear the rain on the roof so in the morning I wake up fresh in a whole new world.