Australian Farm

Australian Farm

In the pale yellow

            of the early morning light

                        when mists steam

                                    and the dew drops

                                                gleam on spider webs

            the cows

                        crop the lush green grass

                                    and chew contentedly

on their cuds

            the horses

                        whinny and sweep their tails

                                    and come to the fence rail

                                                to nuzzle my hand

            the sheep

                        browse under the far tree

                                    and lambs skittish

                                                in their play

            the magpies

                        singing in chorus

                                    and swooping down

                                                to peck the ground

            the crows

                        cawing on the wing

                                    and the cockatoos

                                                screeching of coming rain

            the wedge-tail eagle

                        circling high

                                    and prowling

                                                then dipping down

            the shy kangaroos

                        with ears erect

                                    and sniffing the breeze

under the eucalypt trees

            the rabbits

                        cautiously peeping from holes

                                    and the dingo peering

                                                from down by the creek

Then I know

            that God is smiling

the angels are singing

                                    and live here

                                                on the farm