My Other World. - Poem by Brian Counsell
I wander through the bush, fresh smells and a river breeze.
I am not alone, a calming chorus comes down from the trees.
Superb parrotts, Rosellas and the honking of the Butcher bird.
Chattering Willy wag tails letting me know that i am heard.
I wander alone through the bush at night.
Peaceful and calm til a Roo gives me a fright.
Even the reared Snakes wriggle away from me,
I envy them all in the bush they are free.
I know every bush, I recognise every sound.
It is where I believe, natures wonderland is found.
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