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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drought</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Midsummer noon: and the timbered walls<br>start in the heat;<br>and the children sag listlessly over the desks,<br>with bloodless faces oozing sweat<br>sipped by the stinging flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside, the tall sun fades the shabby mallee<br>and drives the ants deep underground;<br>the stony driftsand shrivels<br>the drab, sparse plants;<br>there's not a cloud in all the sky to cast<br>a shadow on the tremulous plain.<br>Stirless the windmills; thirsty cattle, standing despondently about the empty tanks;<br>stamping and tossing their heads,<br>in torment of the flies from dawn to dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For ten parched days it has been like this<br>and, although I love the desert I<br>have found myself<br>dreaming<br>of upright gums by a mountain creek<br>where the red borinia blooms,<br>where bellbirds chime through the morning mists,<br>and greeness can hide from the sun;<br>of rock-holes where the brumbies slink<br>like swift cloud-shadows from the gidgee scrub<br>to drink when the moon is low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I stoop to drink, I too,<br>just as I raise my cupped hands to my lips,<br>I am recalled the drought-stricken plain<br>but the petulant question<br>of a summer - wearied child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Flexmore+Hudson">Flexmore Hudson</a><div class=q>
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and the children sag listlessly over the desks,
with bloodless faces oozing sweat
sipped by the stinging flies.

Outside, the tall sun fades the shabby mallee
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