SOUTH / by Olivia Pirie-Griffiths

South of the city feels like home

a land where fewer people roam

away from buildings in the sky

a place where flocks of spoonbills fly

the bell bird’s song sounds all day long

amid the leaves and living throng

you’ll find some time to hear the breeze

spreading gossip through the trees

and when you’re by the inlet blue

the dappled sun shares stories too

tales of the fish below

and knowledge of how oysters grow

this wisdom travels from the deep

to mountains where old memories sleep

between the two lies rolling green

the lushest country ever seen

a countryside robust and true

but delicate as morning dew

the health of which, as all things do,

depends on folks like me and you.