This Is My Home

A Poem by Sarah

Dedicated to my home in the country.

This is my home.

A place where land can drink the rain,
yet remain thirsty.
Where farmers look up at the sky with tearful eyes,
and pray for their families.
So much is dependent upon nature,
yet, sometimes it fails to deliver.

Communities so small,
they couldn’t survive without one another.
Small events; insignificant to city-folk,
is how we come together.
To unite ourselves and our beliefs,
and criticize others.

Individual and unique,
facing our daily struggles.
Bushfires, floods; nature’s evil ways,
tearing apart families,
forcing us to protect what is ours.

We are small, we are alone
but we are ‘the country’
and this is my home.