Night on the farm

As the sun begins to set

On the farm down the meadow

The cows moo

The ducks quack 

As trouble begins to arise

The kelpies whine

And the border collie barks.

 Night

The stars kick in

Shining like the street lights of the bustling city

Still as the lake on a warm summer night

The armchair sits alone on the dusty veranda

That was where the drovers used to sit

On a warm summer night

The chair waiting for him to return.