Sitting on a rock in the bush in the Flinders Ranges
With a billabong in front and a kookaburra singing
There are some wallabies slowly hopping as it isn't strange
And a wedge tail eagle is in a tree branch is at us staring
The mottled sun streams through the branches of the gums
A tourist bus picks its way through the track in the distance
We decide that it is too tempting and will make a swimming run
Just as the tourist bus drives past the billabong we do a dance.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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I would like to translate this poem
My escape from the bronx is thru your poems - - -at least in my mind. great times in beautiful australia