as the breeze blows through the grass
the soft scent of freedom
creeps very slowly past
A frog sits upon the log
looking lazily at the sight
of children playing gleefully
in the softly fading light
The platypus he glides along,
and plays upon the banks
he nods his head to the frog
as a sign of thanks.
If fireflies were present here
they'd light up the way home
for all the baby joeyswho like all day to roam.
Baby possums in a tree
have a quiet chat
talking about the day they've had
and of getting fat.
Across the way the children go
all back home for supper
the kettle's on the boil
while their mum just wants a cuppa.
Down the road a bilby wakes
ready to meet the night
Scampering off in the bush
giving some Lorikeets a fright.
Now it's time we come to you
sitting there and staring
reading this and wondering
Why should I be caring?
Hush and listen to the wind
as the sun winds down
It's calling out for you to smile
and remove your harrowing frown.
Life's too short to miss a day
and not see the place around you
take in all the sounds and smells
and all the new sights too.
The river still - it gurgles on
making its slow way
through the lives of many people
encouraging at least a smile a day.
(Bit of Australian Poetry)
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