Best Lyrebird Poems

I passed by Old Man Banksia, a wonderfully gnarled tree,
While trekking through the Jamison, a bushland pedigree,
I saw the broad leaf of the Geebung, with...

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Mound in the wiregrass is the stage for the dancer in the hills,
who steals the arias of others, then through the valley fills,
a laugh, a...

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Yellow crops of sandstone,
Jagged mountain peak,
Red display of waratahs,
A meandering bush creek.

White display of flannel flowers,
Bottlebrush with orange cones,
Beautiful fronds of tree ferns,
Blue gums with...

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“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and...

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I see it through the mountain mist,
From craggy rock it springs its fall,
Its spray of whiteness reaching out
Cascading off a sandstone wall.

A lyrebird is calling...

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He lays...

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"White the Lowest Sky"



Cries the Lowest Sky 
tear drops fed as manna
o’er the littlest warrior 
face raised to ultra Light

The 3
that sit in Ultra Gamma
there...

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An angel walks the earth
Where mortal sinners
Gave a nation birth
An angel of elaborate plume
Once called Bird of Paradise
Still unsurpassed in tune
Its plectrum plucks the lyre
With...

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On the days I’m in the forest,
there is peace and gratitude,
with being where time does move slow,
and there’s the natural attitude,
of the urging for survival,
that...

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A day that’s spent in the forest is a day that’s heaven-sent,
with the air so crisp and clean with ample shade,
where Mother Nature’s in control...

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Planning is near complete
For dining in Crown Street:
Flowers deftly arranged,
Glances swiftly exchanged.
China shines, glasses glow,
While boys fetch chairs to tow,
And set them all in place
Around...

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