magpies burble their liquid caramel sound
cattle move slowly restricted to ground
creeks ****** by gurgling through rocks
mist whispers gently through dripping tree tops

from the verandah faces north-west
grey blue and white move westward in peace
south-east is filled with dull leaden grey
promising more wet as was yesterday

low pasture green in clover for winter
creatures now fat through drought now no whimper
hope for the damp to stay until spring
in wonder again reborn everything

a richness of hue diverse to the eye
odor and taste of this freshness of sky
autumn's rich carpet red gold and green
dark brown earth the best ever seen

a handful of this early of morn
held to the face from it we're born
such baseness and scent almost a touch
of where life came from a wonder is such

cool moist this air is cleaner nowhere
breath hangs in puffs strolling no care
where else to be the Burrapine clime
will do for me the rest of my time