Doongalla

From recent rains the woodland path was greasy up along the wooded hill And the freshening winds of mid afternoon blew with a wintery chill And in Doongalla east of Melbourne the white cockies did call In that quiet old mountain woodland where the stringybarks stand tall. When I last was in Doongalla six or seven years ago Across the wooded hillside the wintery winds did blow And the currawongs were calling as through the woodland they did fly And from memory I remember that too was in July. The laugh like calls of the kookaburra in Doongalla's woodland ring And around his invisible borders the grey shrike thrush whistle and sing And the pleasant fluting of the beautiful crimson rosellas sweet music to the ear In the woodlands east of Melbourne them one can see and hear The chilly winds of the high country blow across the wintery sky And the yellow robin is chirping on the sixth day of July And the majestic stringybark gums touch the low lying clouds 'twould seem In Doongalla by the Basin where Mother Nature reign supreme.