The sun burn the earth
Sorches the land of the dry.
The poor feet that left their shoes
Back at the beach and are lost among the sands.
It's another scorcher, this Boxing Day.
Boxing day in the land,
Where fire burns and destroys.
The hope of Christmas rain.
Has promptly disappeared.
It's another scorcher, this Boxing Day.
The farmers up north,
Are shouting with glee.
Their prays were answered
The heavens poured upon them.
It's another scorcher, this Boxing Day.
The family's half awake.
A full belly of leftover.
The cricket on the telly.
The Kiwis are bowling fast and the Aussie are barely getting there.
It's another scorcher, this Boxing Day.
The cars that drive home.
From family far flung.
The kids are fast asleep.
Dad's left to drive the way.
It's another scorcher, this Boxing Day.
The poor family's whose Christmas
What ruined by a death.
The most beloved son
Who's floating on the river.
It's another scorcher, this Boxing Day.
The worries of Christmas are over.
No more stress, no more rush.
The lights are down.
And are stuck in the dusty shed.
It's another scorcher, this Boxing Day.
It happens every year.
A most beloved day.
The Aussie spirit won't be broken.
Never not on Christmas not ever.
It's another scorcher, this Boxing Day.
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Poems of a Teenage Girl
Randomthese are just some poems I've written to help me get through highschool and life so yeah enjoy.
