Australian Bushes,
So free and beuatiful.
Australian cities,
All cramped and full.
The bushes colours,
All the reds, oranges and yellows.
The city streets,
Everyone yells and bellows.
Gather around the campfire,
Tell us about your way.
As the flames dance around,
At the closing of the day.
Honk, Honk,
All noisy and loud.
Beep, Beep,
All noisy and not so proud.
I've been to many places,
Buildings and trees.
But there's nothing quite like,
Australia's Outback Country.
Lovely song, Sav Wilde, on our outback glory; true feeling, Sav Wilde, on our Aussie glory
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Sweet, well written...........