by John Smith Williams
Saturday, September 13, 2003
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One has to see it to appreciate it. Once seen in memory forever.
Bell birds chiming in the bush, with their tinkling sound,
Laughing kookaburra s in the trees laughing all around
Blue smoke drifting gently up towards the sky,
From a campfire in the scrub, with a tent just nearby.
Memories of the Australian bush linger long and deep,
Such great days of youth, in my mind I keep,
The sunlight, warming through the trees in the early morn,
The cawing of a lonely crow, sounding all forlorn.
I remember fondly days spent in the mountain range,
They were days of happiness in the bush terrain,
Surrounded there by natures wealth, with beauty all around,
How could one but marvel at Godís creative hand.
Tall trees there on every hand, rise to greet the eye,
Black but, mountain ash, and cedar growing oh so high,
With stringy bark, and silver top, standing side by side,
A paradise for calling bird as from bough to bough they glide.
Rosellas flying through the bush with their colours bright,
Calling loudly to each other, make a pretty sight,
Grey thrush whistling softly strike a quieter sound
While the top not pigeons whirring wings, lift them from the ground.
I love our native bird life of the great Australian bush,
The sound of nature calling, far from the cities rush
Too many birds to mention Here in just a line or two,
I trust Iíve got your interest by naming just a few.
JW June 01
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|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|As a nature lover I found this fascinating, John. Reminded me of many trips into the bush on the North American continent.
|Reviewed by john zimmerman
|to the bush!
you bring back memories, for me,
of tiaga -- the nothern boreal forest
aka the canadian bush
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Connections with nature is always of interest to me. Thanks for the sharing of such beauty.|
|Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
|I felt as if I was transported there - into your memories of the Bush (smile) What a delightful write.