Crop all covered in dust
Four of five days of sunshine
A good while longer without rain
Trees all straggled and forlorn
The partridge hardly able to croak
First steps towards desperation
East of Eden where dust bowls await
To believe, in life's transformations
Put in the work, sit and watch
As all before is eaten, ravished
By the blight of restoration
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