By Aarron Mondello
4/12/2017
The heat is baking
My creative
Juices into dust
I can not wait
For the sun to abate
At the coming of dusk
The cool nights hand
Wrapped about this land
Is for what I dream
If you’ve lived
In the Aussie heat
You’ll know just what I mean
There have been times
In this life of mine
The road has actually melted
Tar stuck to my feet
In a burning heat
Land like an ore recently smelted
Shimmering heat lines
In the distance rise
Up from the scorching earth
In this sun kissed land
Where I lay my hand
The country of my birth
Even in the shade
On these hot days
There’s no reprieve from the sun
But I wouldn’t swap
This land so hot
For anything or anyone.
©Aarron Mondello2017
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