Drought

The rain came today
Prayers with joy
Hooperin!
Hollerin!
Loud
Down at the local bar
All alfresco
And Old farmers watched with joy
A maddening crowd
Of tighes
And Billy Tyers said my wheat may grow
And they all laughed
The rain has past
Too quickly son
A new wheat farmer
A young greenhorn
Out here, will never last

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“Drought”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg

Published: 
December 24th, 2006
Category: 
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