In this part of the Country mine is a strange face
But I feel so at home in this beautiful place
The sun of mid morning on the eucalypt trees
And there is a cool freshness in the mountain breeze
On bushes and trees nesting birds chirp and sing
And the woodlands are wearing their flowers of the Spring
Of such beauty a poet a great poem would write
For others enjoyment to read and recite
Where-ever I turn to look only beauty I see
The wonders of Nature are all around me
The place looks so green after recent Spring showers
And the bees in the sun gathering nectar from the flowers
That bloom in the warmth of this beautiful place
Where amongst the locals mine is a strange face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem