Wahroonga-Our Home

The wind caresses the leaves,
Of the waltzing blue gums.
A bright whistle in the trees,
A cockatoo’s cheerful tune.

Elegant as they dance,
Sway the joyous, yellow pom poms.
Bristling bearded men at a glance,
Are the prickling Banksia Cones.

The good-hearted chuckles,
A Kookaburra’s humour.
Perched on a pock marked gums knuckles,
Flexing its blue and brown sheen.

A translucent curtain,
Rippling.
Cascading, its power certain,
Deafening the tinkling giggles of its shimmering friend, the creek.

And while the cackle of laughing birds,
The excited crackle of a creek.
And drum of crashing water are left unstirred,
Listen to the melodic harmony of the Australian bush, our home.