How Nice Poem by Francis Duggan

So nice to walk in the cool of the evening in the mountain park close to the Town
When the roos and wallabies are out grazing a half an hour before sundown
And the temperatures in the low twenties a pleasant 23 degrees
And the blackwoods and she oaks and wattles are soughing in the freshening breeze.

The beautiful song of the grey shrike thrush is always so pleasant to hear
And the white backed magpie one of Nature's finest songsters his flute sounds melodious and clear
Out there in the park by the mountain the cool air to breathe in is clean
The foothills look brown from the long dry spell not everything in Nature looks green.

How nice in the park by the mountain in the fading light of the day
In an area that is free of houses walking on the gravel pathway
That leads to the track at the foothills that leads to the top of the hill
The creek babbles down through the high scrub some call it a brook or a rill.

How nice in the park by the mountain a half an hour before nightfall
The wombats are out from their earth home compared to mum her growing young one seems small
The World is quieter where they live away from the noise of the town street
They eat the young shoots and dry grasses that grow midst the bracken and heath.