Australia Poem by Helen Lawson

When a pale sun rises in a light blue sky
thru black silhouettes of the eucalypt tree
and kookaburras laugh raucously on high
there is only one place that you can be.

Australia.

Abundant with wildlife, endless beauty to be found
isolated places, hidden here and there
dotted thru the country and its surrounds
you never have to ask yourself where.

Australia.

As the red sun sets on glorious day
birds fly home and there is no-one to be found
wombats and wallabies come out to play
in peaceful silence all around.

Australia.

Night falls on the lucky country
and it doesn’t matter where we are
we thank our forebears we are free
their hard work made our lucky star.

Australia.