Day Nine – My try at a poetic device called apostrophe, not sure I made it, though.
Landscape with trees.
Landscape can be beautiful one day
The next day that same land can be stressful
Expressly after a storm
The land I adored
Was ripped from my shores
The hills tumbled down to land and block the stream
Water had nowhere to go but tear our land away and expel it out to sea.
Fences no longer stood the cattle could roam where ever they wanted to go.
The law says protect the rivers
By planting strips to stop the cattle from leaching the stream
Water is scarce.
That sure is a mess
A story that’s hard to believe.
Especially where we live.
It’s always raining
Three thousand millimeters a year
Who protects the farmer that has spend his cash to save the water for future guests
The farmers pockets get low with cash.
Keeping the law that no one but the poor farmers know it is just a waste of time
As mother nature has the last say
About the landscape that can be beautiful today but tomorrow just a mess.