Alone With Nature

September just a few miles out of Belgrave And the gray shrike thrush pipes on a blackwood tree I climb the high paddock that skirts the woodland Alone with Nature my old dog and me. I feel a deep love for this grand old country From the high ground such splendid scenery A pleasant day with sporadic spells of sunshine The better things in life are always free. The rufous whistler whistling in the woodland Pipe much the same notes over and again Long after he has finished with his singing His music in my memory will remain. On quarter acre affected by dieback On faded trees the green bellbirds i hear Their bell like notes can never be mistaken And they sing all day and twelve months of the year I love these times alone with Mother Nature In quiet place away from noisy street And I love the high paddock just out of Belgrave By the woodland where peace and beauty meet. All alone with Mother Nature and my old dog From the high ground such splendid scenery On a day in Spring and all the birds are singing And the better things in life are always free.