COUNTRY LIFE
| Wisps of fog rise lazily In the chill of early morn Sunlight rims the mountains And a fresh, new day is born Horses prancing happily With panting breaths of steam Resembling playful dragons From a fairy tale type dream The sheep with woolly blankets To keep the cold at bay Will graze in quite contentment To pass the hours of day And here and there a rabbit With their cheeky tails of white Observe me for a moment Then scurry out of sight On the wings of early sunshine The morning fog has fled And silhouettes of trees are formed As morning shadows spread The scent from eucalyptus trees Fill the morning air It mingles with the wildflowers To produce a perfume rare And just beyond the river There's a stand of wattle trees Their yellow globes of blossom Dancing in the slightest breeze Now, the crimson breast of sunrise Brings such pleasure to the eye Showing distant mountain ranges Adorned with clear blue sky The early rays of sunshine With their tender, warming light Reveal all nature's treasures That were hidden through the night And the sunlight on the river Bestows a gentle, silver sheen And the grass-clad banks around it Are a soft and glossy green The river greets the morning With the tranquil, restful tone Of the playful sound of water Cascading over beds of stone I gaze at white-faced cattle And watch them as they drink And it gives me pause for wonder It gives me pause to think That as I view these wondrous sights With beauties so diverse I may hold the pad and pencil But Mother Nature writes the verse A photograph could not do justice To this setting free of strife For it would lack the sounds of nature It would lack the voice of life The fragrant air grows sweeter With the smell of fresh, turned earth Where seeds of grain are sleeping Until nature gives them birth And a magpie in the branches Of a towering, giant gum tree Sings a song that boasts so proudly That it lives a life that's free Free to sing and free to glide Across the spacious lands To espy the wondrous beauties That are formed by nature's hands And in this morning splendour And the happiness it brings Just like that warbling magpie My heart also sings Though farm life can be trying When the seasons rise and fall A life lived in the country Is the sweetest life of all And when I survey the beauties That nature has to give It will fill my heart with happiness In each day that I live K.D. Abbott © 2007 |
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NOTE: Almost one third of Australia's species of wattle will flower in winter. Because some species also flower in summer, autumn and spring, this means that somewhere in Australia wattle is blooming throughout the year. |
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