A Singer Of The Bush
There is a waving of grass in the breeze And a song in the air, And a murmur of myriad bees That toil everywhere. There is scent in the blossom and bough, And the breath of the Spring Is as soft as a kiss on a brow, And Springtime I sing. There is drought on the land, and the stock Tumble down in their tracks Or follow, a tottering flock, The scrub-cutter's axe. While ever a creature survives The axes shall swing; We are fighting with fate for their lives, And the combat I sing.
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"There is a waving of grass in the breeze..."
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