A Harsh Land : 12 stanzas each of 4 lines about the search of a three-year-old boy in the bush.
A willy-willy raced about
And threw grit into his eyes;
The fine bulldust was billowed up
Like powdered incense to the skies.
Like all the rest he scanned the plain
And then the distant ranges
And felt a cold hand grip his heart
As he thought of all the dangers.
The little boy had wandered from
The homestead in the morning
And more than eight hours had elapsed
Since the searchers had got warning.