Magic of the Bush
Down the street the other day I ran into a friend from Seattle,
We talked a while when suddenly a stock truck flew past us, whoosh,
And as I heard the stock truck rattle, I could smell the scent of cattle
Bringing fond memories back to me of walking in the bush.
I remember in my early days of chasing wild cattle in the bush
And been quite entranced by wild-life that were free to wander there,
My Grand-dad was a nature lover and always bid me shush,
Now all the wild-life that I saw I would like with you to share.
The sun was warm, no sign of storm, the bush smelled crisp & sweet
And as I breathed in the scented air I thought how lucky can I be,
I thought of all those city folk hurrying headlong on city- street
While here I was in tranquil mode enjoying every thing I see.
White cockatoos with raucous calls flew noisily through the trees
And warned all the other birds that a stranger loitered there,
Other sounds came to me on that clean sweet scented breeze
While galahs in shrieking multitudes were anything but rare.
Walking silently through the bush I heard the alarm call of a plover,
A clear warning to its mate that it was time to leave her nest,
And further on a black- wallaby darts forth from out its cover,
Putting distance in between us before it again lies down to rest.
I crossed a tiny gurgling brook that soaked from distant hills,
Then wended on its merry way towards a distant placid stream
And any sad and melancholy feelings immediately it kills,
Leaving me in a pensive mood where I like to sit & dream.
Yes, the bush is a magic place that is difficult to compare,
To any other pleasant place to lift your spirits up on high,
For if you are feeling rather down and totally in despair,
A walk in the bush will help you, itís certainly worth a try.