From the Bush to the Sea

The scenic bush capital, where nature thrives,

Burley Griffin so central, no need for a guide,

The top of parliament house piercing the sky,

While the streets and natures beauty burst with pride.

I love a quiet town, calm and sedate,

Where quiet streets and natures murmurs blend.

A place where animals stroll to and fro,

Where towns and nature evenly mend.

The hum of boats, as they slit through the glassy lake,

Leaving wrinkles in the water as they sway and disappear.

Awakening fish from their peaceful break,

As the day begins to appear.

The kangaroos hop beneath the sky’s grasp.

Amongst the shouts of ‘fore’,

Is where wildlife lies,

As golfers let their emotions pour.

As light begins to fall,

And boats head back to shore.

The birds make their final calls, 

As the sun’s rays are no more.