The Farm

In this place the cockatoos fly,
The emus run fast,
And the kangaroos jump high.
The blue skies spread far and wide,
The mountains shade the paddoks below,
Into the bush the wallabies hide.

On the farm theres always something to do,
The days work is hard,
But I love it too.
The hustle in the mornings to go get the sheep,
Actually makes me feel happy,
Because now I have memories I will always keep.

We fight in hope never to leave this muddy dusty place,
But we have our fresh farm eggs,
Then go pack our suitcase.
One day this calming place may be gone,
But it will always be with me,
In some way shape or form.