Hot wind blowing, blowing,blowing.
Sky hard-blue shines overhead.
Dust clouds flying, flying, flying.
Stunted crops could soon be dead.
Stock stands painting, painting, painting.Dirty sheep are tombstone grey.
Birds are wheeling, wheeling, wheeling, Looking for some easy prey.
Trees are bending bending bending bowed by winds as though they pray.
White clouds empty empty empty.
Again no rain will fall today.
By Pauline Cartwright
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