Photo By Jools Thatcher

Photo By Jools Thatcher

The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Brown”.

First one for the year, and I am phoning in today from Woodside, where the band had a gig at the festival last night. Great audience and a good show. The drive down provided the inspiration for the poem.

You can listen to todays poem directly in your browser! Just click the “play” button below:
[audio:JVG_Poem20110130.mp3]

Also have a listen to my album “Drifter

<a href="http://music.ianbland.com.au/album/drifter">It Takes More Than Just Rain by Ian Bland</a>


Brown

You stare across the paddocks; an ocean of lifeless dust
Once a blend of golden brown, emerald, copper, rust
Years of drought have bleached the very colours from the land
Now grass and leaves, the earth itself, a deathly, barren tan

A falcon scans for prey, then quits the fields bereft
Rabbits scratch, devouring what little worth is left
A Wallaby, long dead, lies flattened on the road
A banquet for the flies and one hungry, wary crow

Lizards search for water, ever flicking out their tongues
Insatiable, the north wind sucks the moisture from your lungs
It suffocates the landscape, choking even sound
Your spit evaporates before it hits the ground

Do you back the rain and sow and punt it will arrive?
In a world not lost to irony, weeds still seem to thrive
Or let the paddocks stand, for a season anyhow
Cut your costs and losses; find a job, at least for now

Winter calms the heat yet offers scant relief
Showers that tease then weaken, as rare as they are brief
Clouds both mean and sterile feebly go their way
Cast across the listless brown a shroud of listless grey

When, at last, the rains do come, you’ve traded drought for flood
The ocean of dust, just days before, now a sea of mud
Nature’s rarely temperate, its’ ways not easily read
The rains you looked to save you hold you prisoner instead

But life is more resilient than drought and flood can kill
Strength is less of body than it is of mind and will
Another season beckons as the last is left to drown
You hope, for hope is all, there’ll be green amongst the brown

© Copyright 2011 Ian Bland

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