amidst a flood we abhor how it appears in drought we pull our hair and despair a chain of ponds calls our rainstorm of tears rare surplus at the coorong a scandaling affair
when will we know as so different from the past that we really like the river and its seasons at last
oranges grapes and the almonds and peach to china we reach to china we reach when will we know as so different from the past that we manage australia sustainably at last
