Old Memories He Does Visit

A long way from here to the far away town
Where the narrow road by the mountains does wind up and down
Where no factory smoke is to be seen in the sky
And the big dark brown weerloos do call as they fly
Above the wooded hills from here far away
Such beauty he does visualize every day
In the home of the wombat and wallaby and gray kangaroo
And kookaburra and rosella and sulphur crested cockatoo
In places of  human created pollution quite free
In fancy the far away hills he does see
Where Nature is at peace far from the noisy street
In the place where the creek and the river does meet
And the currawong call in the gloam before rain
Old memories he does visit again and again.