The crack of the whip the timbers will split.
Leaving behind stumps of thunder riveted to the ground.
Ugly bark until full grown remnants on the railway.
Where sleepers lay no trace.
Near Dungaree dirt on trodden earth.
Shades of grey & Calico cloth.
Tall trees off the ground what’s that rustling sound.
Trees that speak in tongues of wood, some of Bach and Beethoven.
Scotch thistle melodies and blackberry blues.
Be sure to wear your shoes!
Tall Bunya pines whistle a colonial tune.
Melaleucas singing, melodies of the heart.
Melaleucas madness brings forth meandering sadness.
Oh! so serene our sliding senses.
Kenny Kangaroo and Stanley Emu stand on Winnamatta shale.
With Sweeping scenery light up by spraying laser light, backed by waves of thunder.
Echo into the night.
With occasional acupuncture earth have the kangaroos bounding with fright.
Over Sydney skies on a winters night.
The heavens are dark with dotted galaxy glow.
Cloud cover and haze,
Make you wish for sunnier days.
