My Aussie Country

I love my wide warm home,
There’s memories I call my own,
The pretty wattle trees,
And the soft buzzing honey bees.

The singing Willie Wagtails,
And the rivers flowing by me,
The laughing kookaburras -
I love my home, my Aussie country.

I see a Eucalyptus tree,
But only the silhouette,
It’s beautiful, pretty and dark,
As it’s time for the sunset.

The pretty Bottle-Brush tree,
Stands proud and tall in front of me,
The calming pretty forests –
I love my home, my bright country.

I love all our seasons, cold and hot,
But is winter my favourite? No it’s not.
I love summer, It’s the best for me –
I love my home, my Aussie country.