As it hasn’t rained for ages
In the Grampians, the fire blazes
Torching undergrowth that’s dry
Once caught, small flames reach for the sky!
At Summer‘s peak, this fact of life
Is a constant source of strife;
With rainclouds not on radar yet
Leaf-littered gutters pose a threat…
Bold Northern wind fans tiny sparks
And in a flash a new fire starts!
De rigueur - suncream and hat;
But laundry dries in minutes flat!
This “Island Nation”* loves the sea
December: families
on the spree
Spending hours by sandy beaches
But death by drowning often features …
We Europeans, sun-deprived,
Love old Sol, but must contrive
To treat his fierce rays with respect
The skincare watchword is “Protect!”
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
* Australia, of course!
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