Wallabies Poems - Poems about Wallabies

...Charred wood and ash stink, after fires in Garigal high-country. A single crow cries road-side, on a black tree-post guarding road kill – a round brown wallaby with feet stuck-up. Ash co......

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...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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...For koalas and wallabies yearning, piles of money for tourism earning, to Australia flying and on jet fuel relying, we now lose it and yell: "Oz is burning!"......

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...Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five. Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive. I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favor......

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...Matilda blew her didgeridoo With wallabies hopping two by two Some dingoes dropped by To eat Shepherd's pie Then off they went with a kangaroo.......

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...Night brings a wondrous display a mix and blended menagerie arrayed with colors, melodies and creatures unmatched by any hunter's imaginary superiority scratched. In my wildest dreams at the ......

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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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...Whether working wallabies would weave waved warm wafers or whether wallpaper would wear walls is two times a question really. It is rational to assume that an ass jacket would dart over a yak and a y......

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...The keys to a duck monument are timely hidden by an egg basket. Egg baskets can play marvellous games of ball in the high season when the brilliance of the sun passes through the earthenware titles l......

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...A story is often a mish mash jam on a tambourine. Whirling. Ignorant inscriptions incite incorrect information. And a bow in a bowl is not a box nor a bag. Well, normally it isn't anyway. But does a ......

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...windswept windsurfing wallabies warbling whales wailing................................................................................ A pink fish travelling with a tea towel is neither in a rush......

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...A white dossier is neither a manual for a pilot on a pivotal stand nor a baking tray waiting for butter. Criss cross ducking on an angled penned out sketch. Drawing a ruin is not a clever idea for ru......

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...I travel 'long the winding track Seeing mostly green, but a tree trunk black, The orange and brown of a falling leaf, It settles and nestles to a bush beneath, A rocky outcrop where the wallabies......

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...Peace please to the nations from the seas to shiny sea, To everyone sipping on shine or tea under any shady tree, People from Alaska's freeze, Alstralias wallabies, and Hawaii's ocean breeze. Pe......

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