Monbulk Town Poem by Francis Duggan

To and from Kallista, Emerald and Olinda the cars pass up and down
On saturday the shopping day through leafy Monbulk Town
A place of natural beauty perched on the higher ground
With a scenic view of the wooded hills and the high trees all around.

Monbulk of the Yarra Ranges it is famed far and wide
As a place of great beauty in the high wooded countryside
Where the mountain ash and redwoods they seem to touch the sky
And everywhere you turn to look a massive tree nearby.

The pleasant scents of Nature come wafting in the breeze
Of the flowering gums and wattles and other blossom laden trees
Down through the Town of Monbulk on a warm October day
From such a place Utopia cannot be far away.

The harsh cries of the kookaburra and the squawking of the sulphur crested cockatoo
And from the nearby woodland comes the calls of the weerloo
And in the wooded parkland near where cars pass up and down
The rosellas, king parrots and currawongs sing in Monbulk's
mountain Town.