Whirligig # 353 .......... Earthweal Weekly Challenge - Native to the Now

let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint — O cursed spite,
That I was ever born to set it right!
Nay, come let us go together.
She'll be right mate 

 

 

 

Hamlet I.v.186-190

 

the light wind 

sighing through the broken branches

of the trees

was the colour of her dreams

she wept for all those who had passed

         for those made homeless by the bush fires

        for the animals and stock drowned in the swollen rivers

        the weather patterns furious and vengeful

        and was reminded of singing that song in  primary school

 

 

i love a sunburnt country

a land of sweeping plains

 of ragged mountain ranges

of droughts and flooding rains

i love her far horizons

i love her jewel sea

her beauty and her terror

the wide brown land for me

Australia

Australia

the wide brown land for me

 

 

 

little aussie battlers get through everything eventually

 

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "An Old Story" by Tracy K. Smith: wind, made, swollen, broken, passed, singing, weather, animals, trees, stock, wept, color