I Love A Walk In A Quiet Place Poem by Francis Duggan

I love a walk in a quiet place away from man made noise
Away from smoky factories that foul and smog the skies
In the lush paddock by the wood where the voice of Nature ring
And where even on the coolest days the wild birds chirp and sing.

I love a walk in a quiet place where on the blackwood tree
The silver billed white backed magpie pipes his distinct melody
And signs of digging tell where rabbits are where the ground is bare and brown
In a quiet place undisturbed by man a few miles out of town.

I love a walk in a quiet wood where wild born creatures abound
Where wombat sleep in his deep dark den in safety underground
And where roos rest in the undergrowth for hours on end each day
And as I pass near from their hiding place I hear them bound away.

I love to walk on gravel path by lake and watch the dabchick
dive for prey
And a family group of wood ducks swim in their cloaks of brown and gray
And the cormorant on a tree stump hang his wings out to dry
When his feathers are wet from fishing it's been said he cannot fly.

I love to walk on a quiet beach at a time when the tide is low
When the orange billed sooty oystercatcher as dark as any crow
Turn over shells left on the shore by the latest high tide
The lives protected by the shells from their probing bills can't hide.

I love a walk in a quiet place the home of the wild and free
Where magpie with the silver bill pipes on the blackwood tree
Away from smoky factories where man created noise abound
In a place where Nature's presence is everywhere around.