The Powlett river crawls it's way through the scrublands
And by the sandhills bordering the sea
Where the red wattlebirds call on the coastal banksias
And in the caravan park magpie lark sings pee wee
It has been awhile since I've been in South west Gippsland
Or looked on the ocean from Kilcunda height
On windy days to watch the huge surf waves rolling
To say the least is an amazing sight.
The silver and black back gulls I fancy I hear them calling
As above the high volcanic cliffs they soar
And the soft pipe like tunes of the sooty oystercatchers
Flying above the high tide when the mighty ocean roar.
I may be living far from South west Gippsland
But in flights of fancy I often return to there
I love it for it's wild and rugged coastal beauty
And few places with it one could hope to compare.
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