Drought
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Max Peisley, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2020
AUSTRALIAN DROUGHT
Finally, A swell in the deep blue sky
The joy of rain clouds appearing
I raced inside to the smell of grans apple pie
Mum and dad were already cheering
All night the small feet of the rain
Within the garden ran,
And gentle fingers tapped the pane
Until the dawn began
I looked down from my wet window
I watched the fog rise then fro
The sun shone down through the clouds
My sisters ran around the paddock yelling quite loud
Max Peisley