Lifestyle Choice

Waving bush and swaying tree
Sends regards for all to see,
Flying mynors in the sky
Examine all as they fly by.

Blue tongue lizard in the yard
Pokes its tongue with no regard,
Seabirds flying overhead
Fly to coast for daily bread.

Clouds in ever changing mode
Look for place to shed their load,
Sun shines eagerly on earth
Coaxes flowers daily birth.

Kangaroo on yonder hill
Ponders bird on window sill,
Listens to its frightened cry
Takes it in with wary eye.

Scrub horse whinnied at its mate
Happy tender grasses ate,
Koala in the gum tree high
Watches with one open eye.

Traffic noise on highway near
Now ignored by every ear.
‘Tis familiar to them now
Wild animal, domestic cow.

In the city miles away
Bustling in its concrete grey
No one sees this happy scene
Nature happy and serene.

Concrete jungle isn’t green
Life in city can be mean,
Occasionally on night TV
Country life; reality!

“© Copyright Ian Grice,
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Above photo reported to be in the public domain

12 thoughts on “Lifestyle Choice

  1. Now that my corporate life is but a slowly fading memory – I love spending time with nature.

    Love your poem.

    Reminds me of the many happy visits to Australia – visited the country so many times, I’ve lost count.


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  2. Reminds me a little of Banjo Pattersons style- you’ve captured the contrast between suburbia and the Australian countryside brilliantly Zion.

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  3. Australia is a vast country, it is the same size as the US minus Alaska and the whole of Europe would fit in with room to spare. Because of the stark beauty of the interior you will see a lot of pictures on the internet. Surprisingly in the middle of the desert you can come across occasional oasis type lakes big enough to swim in. It’s a land of contrasts with fertile farmlands, huge grazing ranches and in the monsoon season dry inland rivers burst their banks heading south to Lake Eyre a vast salt bed that becomes an inland sea for a time with sea birds in abundance there for the duration of the flood. The northern areas also flood during monsoon and become vast grasslands in the dry season. I grew up in the fertile areas east of the Great Dividing Range. My Dad’s first farm consisted of three separate mountains on which dairy herds grazed and we produced various crops. There was a strong wire “flying fox” between the second mountain and the packing sheds on the first mountain we lived on. The third mountain was a banana plantation. It was a wonderful life for we kids as we grew up.

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