The Coming of the Drought by Dorothea Dowling

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I have seen him on the hill-tops,
I have glimpsed him in the gullies,
Where the leaves are burnt to cinders
And the creek-bed cracked and dry;
I have heard him laugh derision
At the waterfall's slow trickle,
Sensed the panting silence tremble
With the echo of his cry.

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 14 November 1936

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