A Dying Land For Me

• Riley Fernandes
• Poetry
• 2011

The rolling hills the far of sky,

The world around me passes by,

The colours of the falling leaves,

the soft and sweet cool summer breeze,

The wind it whispers through the trees,

A sunburnt land for me.



A far off sea raging and calming all the same,

Amongst the heavy drought,

and the cold and pouring rain,

I live to see the light beyond

this angry maddened sky,

and so i do, as i watch the puddles start to dry.



This is our sunburnt country

the land we fight to save,

yet we only seem to harm it,

each and every day.

I live to see the future,

with less buildings than trees,

this is our precious fragile land,

A dying land for me.