In the stillness of the summer afternoon.
Cool bubbling river plays a refreshing tune.
In this cool body we lay.
Low, like animals hiding from their prey.
Out on the plane , birds hang armpits wide.
Their sails catching no breeze, heat rising in a shimmering tide.
Shade the highest commodity, in the dust pounded field.
Only the cruel burning sun it is set to yield.
The sheoks on the river, have the last laugh at the gums on the plane.
This country is screaming out, for some sweet summer rain.
© Deon Heemskerk 21-12-12