In Kilsyth Poem by Francis Duggan

On the flowering gums and banksias of Kilsyth in the bright sunlight of a Spring day
The red wattlebirds and their smaller cousins the brush are calling their voices are a give away
In late November five days from from the first day of Summer the Spring seemed to quickly go by
Yet of Nature and all of her Seasons there is always so much to enjoy.

The Aboriginal people who lived around Kilsyth long before the Europeans came
For all of the flora and fauna that lived around here had a name
Where once was scrubland and open country now many houses what changes two centuries can bring
Yet since the black tribes lived around Kilsyth there has been many a Summer and Spring.

The black tribes have long gone from Kilsyth than us they were far more environmentally aware
They were in love with Mother Nature and of her they did take good care
And Nature she lives on forever though people they come and they go
And the old creek by the Eastwood golf links on to the big waterway flow.

In Kilsyth on a day in late November with only a very faint breeze
The red and the brush wattlebirds calling amongst the leafy flowering trees
Just five days from the first day of Summer white butterflies spotted dark and gray
Around the flowering shrubs are flitting it is such a beautiful day.