Desert Crop

Desert crop
where growth does stop
you owe it to Austailia
to provide
water that will hide                        Poet of Austrailia
                                                       speak in sunshine
                                                        in sentences of heat
                                                       and to the   
Its in the fruit                                  aboriginal beat
of the desert shoot                           Poet on                                 All that surf
where camels run                            walkabout feet                      won't put the fires out
beyond refute                                                                                on the earth
you'll see it                                     Poet of Austrailia                   all yor worth
under thirst all mute                       complete your travels            yor wealth 
                                                        across the page                      needs a health
                                                        let the outback                       warning now
Desert crop                                     be your stage                          so how
don't drop                                        Poet of Austrailia                   can you go on
grow a little more                                                                           with all the burning
and you will provide                       Broome to Perth                     and things gone
for your local                                   you've worth
a natural store                                  in the words you draw           All that
of water for the waterless                from the local folklore           all that surf
you're a friend to lonliness               you saw                                 won't put
desert crop in                                   so much in the desert              the fires out 
your shriveled up dress                    of emptiness                           on the turf
                                                          you're full of
                                                          what you're for                       You mite bat
In the fruit you know                                                                       for the wrong side
to the sun you show                         Poet of Austrailia                    if to fite flames
you carry water                                Poetess                                    you decide
like the camels                                  you've descriptions                 the whole
around you                                        still in store                             country wide
desert crop.                                        you'll make inscription
                                                          over what you pour.                All that
                                                                                                          all that surf
                                                                                                          its the end
                                                                                                          of all
                                                                                                          the earth.