OH Yes, I Swear

On the endless ochre plain under bursting slaty skies
A bushman hefted up his swag, to heaven when his cries
"In seven years, no drop of rain to quench the arid earth
In seven years no water clear to give the grass new birth."

"And here I am in camp so dry, me pegs in solid ground
A welcome fire, a billy brew, with solitude unbound
Majestically, a single roo, I'm watching sniff the breeze
The only company for miles, as far as eye can see."

"And in one flash of lightning bright the clouds have billowed forth
And turned me settled, comfy camp into a river's mouth
In weeks to come this dusty tract may blossom forth with grass
And animals and fish and fowl will have their feed at last."

"But did You have to choose right now as I settled here within
To dump the heavens on me head and soak me to the skin?"
And a voice boomed like a thunderclap and pierced the heart of him
"If you don't like the bloody rain, tough luck mate... sink or swim!"

Copyright; Leighton B Watts 1984
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