My Country

When indigenous people Australia's first race Talk of my country they are talking of place Their district of Australia where they do feel belong Their love for their home-place remains ever strong With their way of thinking i can empathize For as a migrant person i have come to realize That my country to me is not anywhere near At least not in sky kilometers seems obviously clear My country it is where the rivers do meet A half an hour walk west of the Town of Millstreet A place that i left many Seasons ago And time that rusts iron has since become my foe Where old Clara mountain does ever look down On the evergreen countryside by Millstreet Town Though to many there nowadays mine might be a stranger's face I too like most migrants retain a sense of place Where i first grew to love Nature when i was a boy And learning of her ways today i enjoy And of Nature and life we do learn every day We learn as we live as the wise one does say In my country far north of here thousands of kilometers by sky Today above Clara mountain the skylark does fly A musical speck in the gray clouds he carols his song The sense of place in me as is ever is strong.