ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Hi Leonie,
We did get a couple of mils last night but that's all, it's now going to heat up again for a scorcher on Christmas day.
Mind you as Irene said they are getting buckets of it in Canarvon to the north.

Cheers Terry

OK We will still come, but on the subject of being bored me an the kids soon found out if you say you’re bored in this house ya get a job to do, best not to be bored.

TTFN

Hey Leonie

You still there, need a boat? Think we might - the Bremer is expected to reach minor flood levels tonight - my rain gauge shows we have had 2 inches since yesterday morning and more coming per the BOM report.

I love a soggy country, a land of flooded plains
the dark and dismal grey clouds and endless bloody rain.
I love her flooded gutters I love her pot holed streets
I love wet damp umbrellas and shoes that don't smell sweet.

I love the fungi on the wall thats' reaching to the sky
and how the grass is squelchy and nothing now is dry
I love rainy horizons and a red earth tinted sea
where her topsoil runs down rivers. She's the damp old place for me.

cheers

Maureen

Terrific Maureen, I am still laughing.
Ian

I did mean about your poem, not your predicament.
Ian.

Maureen and you said that you did not have webbed feet and all your neighbours say "forbob" "forbob" and bounce around your lily pads, ah what a glorious sight it is

BW

If only we could bottle it for the dry times hey Maureen?

I hope all of you in Qld are high and dry.

Heather

Loved your words Maureen - hope it all settles over there for you all very soon, but I believe there is more coming?

Isn't it funny the contrasts - we had 46 degree heat yesterday, and shaping up to be hotter today. And drought dogs our state (except for the poor people in the Gascoyne region!!)
Has God not heard of moderation?????

I love a sunburnt country, a land of scorching heat,
of hot, dry winds that drain you, so you’re too worn to eat.
I love the withered grasses, the melting ashphalt streets,
the smell of sweaty bodies that ev’ry one excretes.

I love the dying bushes, the shimmer in the air,
the weariness on faces, pretending they don’t care.
I love feel of summer, of forty six degrees,
but though I love this country, please send a cooling breeze.

We are still high and relatively dry (can't say the same for the bird aviaries) but there's more rain coming according to BOM. A couple of roads nearby were closed yesterday, but we aren't cut off and I doubt anyone else around here would be either. There are other ways around the problem areas. I have seen the river higher at least once in the twelve years we have been here and I believe back in '74 it was about twice as high as it is now.