In The Yarra Ranges

Poem By Francis Duggan

The white cockies on the high gums are calling near where the narrow mountain road winds up and down
It's fifteen K's from Gembrook down to Emerald and thirteen from there as far as Belgrave Town
The mountain ash the tallest of the gum trees stand proudly in their thousands all around
They tower above you by the narrow roadway these giant monarchs of the higher ground.

Small flocks of crimson rosellas in the woods abundant they seem near tame of mankind not so shy
I love them for the beauty of their colours and I love to hear them chirping as they fly
And by the woodland edges white backed magpie his flute like song is always nice to hear
And pied currawongs the crow like birds in plenty some say they only sing when rain is near.

And kookaburras laughing around their borders their so called laughter their territorial call
And in the mountain forest kookaburra has always been the loudest bird of all
And grey shrike thrushes you know them by their whistles and grey butcherbird the one with bubbling song
And amorous lyrebird sings and displays in the Winter and mimics other creatures all day long.

And the whipbird's voice resounds in the wooded gully a bird you often hear though seldom see
And yellow robins look towards the ground for insects as they cling to the bark near base of tree
And in the Yarra Ranges the former Shire of Sherbrooke the voice of Nature always reign supreme
And those who have visited the high country east of Melbourne recall the splendid beauty there they've seen.

The narrow mountain road that leads from Gembrook through Cockatoo and Emerald it winds down
And through Menzies Creek and the wooded heights of Selby and downhill all the way to Belgrave Town
And the mountain ash the tallest of the gum trees stand proudly in their thousands all around
They tower above you by the narrow roadway these giant monarchs of the higher ground.

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