Not Rooned

If we don’t get three inches, man,
Or four to break this drought,
We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”
“There’ll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.
“And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“If this rain doesn’t stop.”
And stop it did, in God’s good time:
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o’er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold.
Selected verse from Said Hanrahan with apologies to Father John O’Brien.
We seem to have avoided ruin these last 12 months, despite the bush throwing all it’s got at us and many others.
Pleased to report that “spring came in to fold” and that this summer the high country will be a wonderful place to witness the power of recovery of the tough Australian bush.

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