By The Campfire Poem by keith brown

By the camp fire at night where the wild dingos call,
to the ring of Cicadas where the red gums stand tall.
Where moonbeams dance and the night shadow clings
with the smell of the damper and the old billy sings.
A night in the city just ain't the same
a night in the bush makes the city seem tame.
Where there's no neon signs and no flashing light,
save the flickering flame of the campfireat night

By the campfire at night under crystal clear sky,
the song of the cricket and the bright fire fly.
There's a low laying mist painting rings round the moon
A breeze through the gums sings a soft country tune
night in the city holds no delight
like, the flickering flame of the campfire at night.
The stars shine so bright like a bush chandelier
song of the bush sings out loud and clear