The old man laugh
Clear and distinct
Tore New Year's Eve
The poet said
It will rain in three days
They tut tut her
That was old women' tales
She told them the ants had build
New ramparts around they nests
They made fun of her
The rain came today
Heavy and constant
Carried by a stormy thunder roll
Causing her dam to overflow its banks
Filling the old water tank
Spouting water too
She said thank you
Old man kookaburra
You're the best
Don't mind them
They're idiots
She walked with her dog
Splashing in puddles
Catching bubbles
From the new dam feeder creeks
For there is joy and happiness
When the old man kookaburra
Sings and laughs in a drought.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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