Cockies Poems - Poems about Cockies

...A couple of 'roos A joey standing forlorn by it's unmoving mother A few wallabies A brick of a wombat An Echidna A heap of budgies A raven Some pretty green grass parrots Cockies and galahs ......

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...In one square mile, northeast of Noojee, there are seven birds that I often get to see as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry, in one square mile, northeast of Noojee. A Whipbird crack th......

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...Three black cockies Sitting in a tree, Big black cockies Noisy as can be. Red-tailed cockies Sharing all the news, Love them all very much My friends; black cockatoos.......

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...A NASTY BUGGER BE We had this parrot once, A real nasty piece of works, A cunning sort of a bugger, Who went by the handle of “Jock,” There was only one in the family who could pat or even g......

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...The sun is rising at my back; across the land’s a lemon glow, to brighten up my backdrop, where pristine vegetation grow. I’m sitting down upon my porch, with coffee cup held in my hand; a sl......

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...Where the forest is still virgin and the lyrebirds often call, the bronze-wing comes to drink, and the ferns are growing tall, there are deer prints in the mud, and there’s leeches seeking prey… ......

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...A constant vein of nature’s blood cascading rock and sand, Flushing grains of dislodged mud. The beat in a mountain band, Currawongs sing melody. Black Cockies rasping call; The whispering breeze ......

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...On Friday nights a melting pot, descends upon the pub, truck drivers, cockies, factory hands, and workers from the scrub, to mingle in the many shouts, that see their glasses fill, who leave be......

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...In a land of endless saltbush stretching miles across the plains Of western New South Wales where it rarely ever rains, And the temperature is searing on a soil that's living hell, Where bleaching......

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...The Cockies are in trouble, they can’t live off the land Mortgaged out of existence with the need to expand Hope like the land eroding, luck just giving out Bushies fighting continually, fire, floods......

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...Sam came from Bollon on the Wallan S.W.Queensland Aus. Sam Mc Croon came from Bollon soon When he heard about old Galoon the Batey She was big an a Ox light in her sox And she loved her Irish ......

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...I was perched upon a wooden bench beneath a bottle tree when this worn out wiry ringer stopped to rest his gammy knee. I’d been touring through the outback and had sought to sit a spell while t......

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...From England's dark blackout We came to these shores I and my siblings In refuge from war. How enchanted we were With all we saw. First Sydney's fine harbour And her bridge of one span Then......

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