Our country hangs its head in shame. Summer months of scorching sand, Fires blaze across our land. Mercury up over forty, Ministers stay stiffly haughty. Sunburnt Country long forgotten, Water used to irrigate cotton. Judith Wright would sigh and weep, At broken land with cracks so deep. Raging flames that travel fast, Houses burn with … Continue reading CHRIS DENNIS. A burning country.… Continue reading »