The Brolgas Are Dancing

On the roadside paddock where the short grass is brown The brolgas are dancing near old Penshurst Town They dance in the sunshine of a Summer's day The beautiful brolgas red heads and light gray The cranes of Australia so graceful and tall A poem on them by the poet John Shaw Neilson i can readily recall The native companions or brolgas he loved and did know Danced by his old home many decades ago, The brolgas are dancing a beautiful sight In the roadside paddock in the evening sunlight And as they are dancing one can hear them sing A wonder of Nature and a beautiful thing For one to behold and a memory to retain And a memory to visit again and again.