Bushland Poems - Poems about Bushland

... I’m a very early riser - the first settler’s alarm clock you might say- If you haven’t heard my native name Wiradjuri guuguubarr- That’s OK you would know me as a Kookaburra. You’ll of......

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...Hope was Burrow's substance, where he poured his time, Pedalling steadily. Intended path made smooth for those in legacy line. Sliced through wiry roots, Watchguard Wombat dug safety spaces. ......

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...School holidays were testing times for Mum’s with things we done, when us kids had idle time to chase the values of new fun. We’d trained our dogs, built bushland huts, chased rabbits; camped at ni......

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...Bumblebee b u m b l e s bushland Second Place Contest Winner Written: July 7, 2021 In Just A Few Words 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May......

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...- - - An observation of true events - - - - - (insatiable person's search) - - Aiming to embellish my identity Rural persona branches further Tight city existence not meant for me Open ......

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...A long ago, during warm midsummer-nights glow worms reminded me That constellations in the sky were not the only bright specks, I’d run my life checks Irregular but stern As if I were a dying dri......

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...free-roaming feral Australian mob of brumbies- Snowy River man......

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...There is a story from Renmark in the Riverland Of a man in the bush as his legend began He was a shearer from New Zealand in the Depression Who came to Australia in the 1920s for shearing sessions......

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...Close 'round the crackling fire we three, with sweet acacia in the air - tell stories of Gallipoli and digger's bond of friendship there. We laughed and shared like family with roof and walls......

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...The bright lights of the city Have lured me away From bushland plains and mulga scrub from plains of rich red clay Away from the serenity to noise and toil and strife To pay the bills and cur......

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...I am the bushland dawning in the stillness of the morning I am the sunlit plains and the mighty river's flow I'm the drought and I'm the flood I'm the earth and I'm the blood I'm the breezes ......

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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 keeps the forest in fine tun......

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...A track leads through a gully in the bushland Following the least line of resistance in a haphazard plan The kookaburras and the magpies squawk happily away The sun on my back makes me want to sta......

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...Have you walked the bushland trails? With Banksias all around And whiffed the scent of rotting leaves All scattered on the ground Have you walked with sand beneath your toes? Amidst the seashe......

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...To take the time to dream awhile By winding rivers and bushland trails Lacy ferns line rivers edge And reeds grow tall to cast a hedge The sun filled hours of a summers day Makes me feel so ha......

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