MY COUNTRY OF SONG BY FIONA CUMMINGS

MY COUNTRY OF SONG

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 On a dusty road track

Where carts roam

And men on horse back

Old boots walk home

Hooves kick the falling land

Soil and sand

Dried trunks climb high their palms

And lizards stay out of harm

On rocks so rough

In grasses tall and tough

The sun beats down

On the arid ground

A giant cactus

Forms a penumbra

  Like an umbrella

Over the leaves so fractious

Of new life in the grit like soil

Where the odd turtle can be seen to recoil

Hiding from a threat

Wheels greyed now

What once were jet

Wooden houses on a slant

Sellers can be heard with a chant

Baskets of produce

Barrels of juice

Woven bags

And fire logs

Children play near a steam rail

With stones they collect in a pail

 To skim later

Across the dirty water

That has been there for some time

Wildlife drink like wine

Sadly there’s no fresh in seasons so dry

It’s hard to imagine

Such a destination

When others, are in weathers so cold

But these are the stories being told

From a far

Like another world

But under the same stars

Some have floods

And clean roads

Others ice

And winds for kites

Still under the same sky

Why?

 Can’t we all have perfect weather?

Living happily together

But what is perfection?

To me its four seasons

Without excuse or reasons

Three months of cool winds and a little snow

Then spring sun on clean rivers which flow

A summer of a gentle breaze

And autumn golden leaves

How happy we would be

But here on my dusty track

I can only look back

As the sand blows in my eyes

And I’m swotting off the flies

But as we sing our song

Merrily we go along

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015