There’s a frontier feel to Adelaide
That nestles in the Hills
Sun-baked grasslands, lack of shade
And gas-fired outdoor grills.
Empty roads and deep blue skies
Where are the million strong -
Who celebrate with warm mince pies
And with their families throng?
The last and desperate spending splurge
Is promoted on T.V.
As “Carols at Christmas” quietly urge
More caring charity.
A tinsel, spangle, bauble tree
Reflects the feast of light
That primeval winter solstice
Reborn as Christmas Night.
(c) Poet in the Woods 2013