A Call to Girlhood

The leaves of the trees crackle under my feet  

The birds whispering secrets through the winds

“Come with me,” she softly pleads,

“Come explore the bush“ 

Down the old wombat trail to where the busy sounds grow quite frail 

The damp dirt leaks new life,  

The crisp fresh lonely air tells me just how and where  

The warm sun shines it might  

Tumble down the slope of bark, a new exciting children's park 

Swings and turrets made of wood  

Hide away in rabbit holes, make new friends with old lost souls  

This is the adventure land of girlhood  

But never venture so far deep for you never know what may creep  

Lurking, prowling, hunting, waiting for the blind   

The creak and crack of trees so tall will swallow even a mother's call  

"Return home now," she whispers, "leave the bush behind"