Where The Tarwin Creeps On Towards The Sea Poem by Francis Duggan

The constant noise of traffic on the freeway of trucks and cars passing to and fro night and day
Here in overcrowded suburbia suppose the price that people must pay
For living amidst human industry with buildings and streets all around
Yet here in a park in Glen Iris the wild birds of Nature abound.

I long for a place that is quieter not that far from here as the crow fly
Where all day long above the brown paddocks the dark swallows twitter as they fly
No factory chimney billowing pollution in a place that is pollution free
Where the brown waters of the Tarwin flow slowly on down towards the sea.

In this park the trees look green and healthy and the Cricket pitch by the sprinklers kept green
And willy wagtails with their tails wagging amongst the grass chasing insects are seen
The mynas and the magpies are singing and the familiar call of the magpie lark
Can be heard echoing in the sunshine across the green suburban park.

Yet the constant buzzing of cars and big trucks on the Freeway the peace and beauty of Nature invade
And one cannot truly appreciate Nature where humans their imprint have made
I know of a place that's far quieter and I visualize and I can see
The swallows above the brown paddocks where the Tarwin creeps on towards the sea.