Yangery In August

The sun behind the gray clouds is hidden away But the paddocks are green in old Yangery today And the magpies are warbling on the tall gum trees Their familiar music is carrying in the breeze That blow from the Pacific foreshore nearby Up from Illowa across the gray sky On this August day of a slight wintery chill though dry The countryside looking so green after rain in late July Home to the Yangery tribe long ago Going back in time two centuries or so For thousands of years Yangery to them homeplace Today only remembered as a south west coastal race On an August day in Yangery in late Winter of the year The warbling of the magpies is so pleasant to hear.