A cockeyed bob!
A willy-willy!
The storm raged,
A real dilly.
Cecilia grabbed
Her baby girl
And fled mud hut
that was a-whirl.
Staggering, falling,
Clutching her child,
She forged her way
Into the weather wild.
Stumbling, bumping
in the storehouse gloom,
Where walls and rafters
Filled the room.
Devastation Scene!
Morning brought
Piles of rubble
The wind had wrought.
Trunks burst open,
Contents gone
Down the paddock
And further on.
Swollen river,
All alone
Frank upriver,
Mud hut gone!
Mud-covered
Eton jacket,
White petticoat
White-ant had it.
A weel later
Beautiful green
Devastation
No longer seen
this poem, minus the picture of Cecilia Thomson, was published in the Creatrix Journal number 8. WA Poets Inc.
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