In Baxters Land

In Baxters Land from here far away
The grey roos seemingly box with each other in the  grey dawn of day
And the flutes of the magpies melodious and clear
The birds who does sing every day of the year
The loud cry of the moorhen in Baxters Lake
The harsh quacks of the black duck and the soft calls of the drake
I have not been in Wonthaggi for many a year
Though in fancy old Baxters Land to me is near
Were i a poet of Baxters Land a poem i would write
For others to read and enjoy and recite
The safe haven for Nature's creatures near Wonthaggi Town
Though for it's natural rugged beauty a stranger to renown
Not a tourist attraction attraction or not widely known
But it does have a natural charm of it's own.