The crickets are singing to tell us of rain
And water from the pipe from the roof guttering gurgles in the stormwater drain
The male brush tail possum is growling on the blackwood tree
For to mate with a female he must own territory
The sky is dark above the old country town
And the crickets sing on as the rain drizzles down
The drumming of the raindrops on the roof galvanize
And in the dark Parkland the boobook owl cries
The singing crickets in the backyard hedgerow I hear
On a rainy night in late March in the Fall of the year
Sometimes they even sing in the lamp of the day
Nature about her has a mysterious way
On the galvanize roof the pitter patter of rain
And the crickets do sing in the hedgerow again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem