gundungurra is the country for me

My special place is in Bundanoon

behind a preschool in the afternoon 

we walk with teachers to a site

we play there until last light

we cook food on the fire

after we eat we all tire

we walk back through the trail 

past the rocks, the wind - 

blowing a gail

rain starts to drizzle down on us

clearing away all the dust 

now that it is calming down 

we hear the nature, all its sound

we all start to go outside 

the fact that we are cold - we 

put aside

we jump in puddles, to us they’re dams

we pretend we are searching for clams

we get dry, put on some fresh clothes

what happens tomorrow - nobody knows

gundungurra is the country for me 

we all go home and drink some warm tea.