Belanglo, a place I call home

A forest with a dark history

But still ever so bright

With the campfires blazing 

Once a year, at the right time

Walking through the trees 

Looking for something special

Ducks and butterflies

Kangaroos and wombats

All call this woodland home

Pine trees and mushrooms

Green wattle and grass

All thriving through the forest

The smell of pine trees

Smoke and mushrooms

Polish sausages and marshmallows

The autumn breeze

The night time wind

The morning breath

No matter what

I will always come back home