They stood there as the daylight broke
With their face toward the rising sun,
We children hardly breathed or spoke
For the ‘roos would be sure to run.
We moved into this neighbourhood,
Our house at the end of the road,
The view of bushland where we stood
Was the place of the ‘roo abode.
And every morning without fail
We would watch for a grazing roo,
With earnest faces watched the trail
‘Twas our private outdoor zoo.
Then one fine day some people came
With stakes and construction gear,
Worked as the silent ‘roos looked on
Standing taut with an unknown fear.
Equipment came and the trees were felled
And the soil was piled in a heap,
Roos watched this while they tried to meld
And adjust to the urban creep.
Over many months from our vantage place
We would watch through the dusty murk,
The vista took a brand new face
As developers finished their work.
When turf was laid on a now quiet street,
And the land was left to settle,
The ‘roos came out at pace discreet
So their fear could test its mettle.
They grazed on turf with silent joy
And raced on the new street way,
Tossed their heads at the little boy;
They’d come with intent to stay.
Some men came back and homes were built
The ‘roos had to find new places,
Our view now was an old washed quilt
And humans replaced ‘roo faces.
Note: Australians commonly refer to kangaroos as roos.
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