I Long For A Place Far From The Noisy Street Poem by Francis Duggan

I long for a place far from the noisy street
Where the creek from the mountains the river does meet
In the home of the wombat and dark brown weerloo
The big parrots better known as yellow tail black cockatoo
The big and noisy city lifestyle does not suit me at all
I long for the place where the wild boobook call
At night when the moon lights the bushes and trees
It's boobook call carrying in the freshening breeze
I long for the place where pollution is not rife
Away from the bustle of the big city life
Where tall factory chimney does not puff black smoke to the sky
In a bungalow by a wood with a creek nearby
With the nearest human from me a mile away
A life such as this would suit me okay