Willie Remembers

Miles from the City the noise and the smoke Where the wind soughs and wails in the she oak And where the creek from the mountain every night and day Down towards the ocean it babbles on it's way. Where in the mornings small flocks of Weerloos Otherwise known as yellow tailed black cockatoos With their strong beaks shred the hard cones on the monterey pine For the small dark seeds on which they love to dine. In changeable weather in summer and fall The loud peals of thunder Willie still recall And as lightening streaked through the gray rainy sky The rufous whistler sang in the woodlet nearby. Willie remembers his country boyhood Late in the evening in the quiet wood Boobook owl called on the moonlit gum trees His younger days for him hold good memories. Willie remembers when he was a boy His father told him when the swallows flew high That of sunny weather we would have a spell Creatures of Nature have secrets to tell. The ex country fellow still fancy he see Tree creeper climb up the trunk of a tree All day he climbs trees upwards from the ground And his instincts tell him where insects can be found. Of the creek from the highlands that babbles downhill He retains the finest of mental pictures still And Willie remembers where he lived as a boy One hundred miles from here as the crow would fly.