The red wattlebirds call on the banksia tree <br />Their hoarse like cackles familiar to me <br />They get their nectar from blossoms and flowers <br />They find on garden trees in daylight hours. <br /> <br />And yellow robin with the ticking song <br />You hear him once you cannot get him wrong <br />He let you get so close he is not shy <br />And far away from you he never fly. <br /> <br />And white backed magpie's voice one can't mistake <br />His flute like song often heard at daybreak <br />You hear him once you know his voice again <br />His song with you is certain to remain. <br /> <br />And magpie lark the bird known as pee wee <br />From the two fold note he pipes on bush and tree <br />He and his mate they build cup shaped nest of mud <br />On tree in park or at fringe of the wood. <br /> <br />The laughing kookaburra's voice not hard to recognize <br />They call at dawn and at dusk as darkness cloak the skies <br />They call together as a family <br />High on branch of tall gum to mark their territory. <br /> <br />The voice of Nature is a pleasant thing <br />You hear it when the wild birds chirp and sing <br />And you hear it in the buzzing of the bees <br />And you hear it when the wind soughs in the trees.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voice-of-nature/
