My old Australian Gumtree

Starts off young then grows old,

I still remember all the stories they’ve told,

 Watches me through the years,

then all of a sudden it disappears,

I remember them perching in my garden doing nothing,

All the stories rushing through my mind,

Still all those memories yet to be defined,

That’s my old Australian gumtree.

Used to swing on those young branches,

Leaves swaying in the wind like young dancers,

Gumnuts sitting there like young children,

Used to take care themselves in the hills of Chilton,

That’s my old Australian gumtree.