Away From The Town

Away from the town in the wood by the hill
Where grey shrike thrush the one with the musical bill
Is whistling to fanfare the birth of the day
To describe such beauty words i do not have for to say
The creek through the scrub with a babble does flow
In places quite fast and in places quite slow
On it's way to the river that flows to the sea
The voices of Nature amazing to me
Away from the town and the loud traffic noise
Where the whip cracking like call of the whipbird can be heard at sunrise
In the home of echidna and wallaby and roo
And the big dark brown parrot known as the weerloo
In the garden of Nature where peace does abound
And beauty is ever present and everywhere around.