The fields are dusty and brown The hills wear their weary winter frown. Travelling along this grey stretch of tarmac My heart reflects the barrenness of this outback. Hazel smudges fleck the grimy landscape, Sunlit sand-swirls in the air take shape. My eyes strain to understand this vision, My heart is lifeless with indecision.…
Roma
Dusty roads and crimson skies Early mornings and tired eyes Sunrise at dawn and coffee in hand God bless this rural land The children’s smiles from ear to ear Their laughter; no purer sound to hear Dirty fingernails and paint in hair No one cares about glamour flair Tears in the eyes of the elderly…