Tumbles Down in July

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Let me wander north to the homestead,
Way out further on there to roam,

By a gully in flood let me linger,
When the summery sunshine has flown,

The farmers with sad hearts are watching,

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The rise of the stream from the dawn,
Their best crops are always in flood reach,
If it rises much more they’ll be gone,

The cattle string out along the fences,
The wind from the south races by,
And the limbs from the old gums are fallen,
When the rain tumbles down in July. . .


©MAGNETIQUE TRUST 2014. Credit: Slim Dusty

RAIN IN INDIA

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About Shabab Khan

A Journalist, Philanthropist; Author of 'The Magician', 'Go!', 'Brutal'. Being a passionate writer, I am into Journalism and writing columns, news stories, articles for top media house. Twitter: @khantastix khansworld@rediffmail.com
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