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Hot Harvest

Updated on May 4, 2010

Hot Harvest

This poem was written on November 22 2009.

It was the middle of our wheat harvest at Eleura Downs, Central West, New South Walse, Australia, and the weather was very hot with strong winds on some days. Following the devistating bush fires that occured in Victoria during the summer the year before that claimed many lives, the Authorities listed a new weather categry called "Catastrophic".

Novermber 22 2009 was the first time that weather classification had been issued and the weather was so extreme and the fire danger so high that all harvesting opperations had to cease.

The following peom was penned, well.... typed really, while I was cooling my heels in front of the aircon that day. We didn't get the headers back in the paddock until 6:00pm that evening when the tempature was still above 100 decrees F.

Out on the Back Verandah

Harvest was going, at quite a pace.

But at only 2 bags, it was a bit of a waste.

With only twelve inches falling last year,

not enough to make it stool, flower and fill I fear.

Then on the radio we heard, “Warning - Weather Catastrophic”

The wind, gusting hot and furnace like was burning off the tomatoes

And the merc was hitting 46 decrees.....

out on the back verandah.

Harvest has come to a pregnant pause.

Eighty fires across the state and it’s way too hot

To be sitting any where, like.....

out on the back verandah.

From the cool of the couch inside, with a weather eye out

I read from the pages of RM’s “Outback”

but it’s too darn hot to take a stroll

out on the back verandah

It could be smoke or even fire, but I can’t see from here,

because another dust storm is blowing this way again.

Leaving another layer of dirt......

out on the back verandah

“Will” the trusty old Black and Tan has dug a hole,

but “Olivia” the pup has got under Mum’s skin

convincing her, to let her come in

out on the back verandah

There’s hats hanging on their pegs, Akubra’s and others too

while the Drizza Bones wait for the drought to break

There‘s hardly room to welcome a mate

out on the back verandah.

We guess it will pass, this heat, wind and dust, this weather catastrophic

So the harvest can be done this year at last

Because, I just want to get back to reading and the relaxing

You guessed it ...... “out on the back verandah.”

copyright H. Morris

22 November 2009


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    • dags the drover profile image

      dags the drover 7 years ago from still lost in Western Australia

      Maaaaate..... its the aircon in the Kenworth mate. This company (that I work for) has even fitted an independant aircon for the sleeper cab!! howzat! And it won't be long before we need it. Cheers Dags

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      attemptedhumour 7 years ago from Australia

      That's great how you rounded it all back to the verandah. It's a real dodgy time on those boiling hot days, but now you can pop down the mine and cool off. Cheers again.

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      dags the drover 7 years ago from still lost in Western Australia

      HI creativeone59, thanks for your comments and encouragement cheers Dags

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      benny Faye Douglass 7 years ago from Gold Canyon, Arizona

      Thank you for a very nice tpoem, thank you for sharing it . Gospeed. creativeone59