In The Far Away Hills Poem by Francis Duggan

In The Far Away Hills



In the far away hills the dark brown weerloo
The birds known to many as yellow tail black cockatoo
With their strong beaks are shredding the monterey pine cones for their tiny dark seeds to eat
What does not look appetizing to them a nutritious treat
In the far away hills far from the nearest town
The white cockatoos are squawking as the sun is going down
On the mountain ash the tallest of eucalypt trees
Their harsh calls are carrying in the freshening breeze
That blow across the high woodland in the fading light of day
In the hills west of here the high woods far away
They laugh in the twilight and they laugh at daybreak
The loud laughter of the kookaburras one could never mistake
It is a beautiful place to be when the sun is going down
West in the far away hills far from the nearest town.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: places
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