A March Evening In The Moyne Shire

A beautiful evening of around twenty degrees
With only the slightest of a sea breeze
Blowing above the paddocks bare, dry and brown
In the coastal countryside close to Koroit Town
In March the first month of the southern Fall
In the roadside drains not one drop of water at all
Of the drought conditions the farmers of the Moyne Shire have cause to complain
And for months have been hoping for downpours of rain
The weather of late has been acting quite strange
The reason for this may well be climate change
In the bare and dry paddocks little to eat for sheep and cattle true to say
The reason the farmers are feeding them hay
With the sun on their wings in the blue and gray sky
On pursuit of flying insects the dark swallow fly.