And the grey fog on Clara i may never more see
But in my visualizations i often do hear
The birds sing and whistle in the Spring of the year
From where into manhood i did grow i am ageing far south
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
And only the memories with me now remain
Of faces and places i will not see again
Here in the home of echidna, wallaby, koala and gray kangaroo
And long billed white corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo
I am learning new things of Nature every day
We never stop learning in truth one can say
And the more we do learn the more we realize
That we do know so little this is not a surprise
And though i can tell apart a currawong from a crow
Of Nature so little i can claim to know
Far south of where i grew to love Nature as a young boy
Learning of her ways today is something i enjoy
We will never stop learning until the day we do die
Those who do tell you differently believe their own lie.
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