arid times
draw closer
the terrain
shall be bleached
not a scintilla
of greenness
shall be apportioned
on acreages
days of phosphorus
filled skies
prevailing
as the soils
dry to a crisp
the landholders
shall be depressed
of state
the wicked heat
not in abatement
summers coming
drought
is soon to be here
the searing winds
from north west flank
burning
with intensity
creeks and rivers
barren of flows
the countryside
not quenched
of its thirst
fear shall grip
farming communities
bereft of rain
month after month
of scorching inure
the outlook
grim of prospect
to dust
the landscape
shall transform
rendering it
to a sterile
vastness