The hills of Gippsland were so green but that was in September <br />And songbirds piping happy songs as well I might remember <br />But now the Gippsland hills are gray since sun changed the grass colour <br />And though the sun shines hot today this countryside looks duller. <br /> <br />The Gippsland hills were green in Spring and grass growing winds were blowing <br />And all along the sunlit hills the wildering flowers were showing <br />And bell magpie piped his joyful notes and butcherbird was singing <br />And through those hills those happy hills the bushlark's voice went ringing. <br /> <br />The Gippsland hills the sunburnt hills grown lonelier and quieter <br />And like the shades of old man's hair they've turned a gray type whiter <br />The nearby creek in trickle flow, the birds have lost their voices <br />And not one of Nature's minstrels now on Gippsland hills rejoices. <br /> <br />The Gippsland hills the sunburnt hills have lost their Spring like colour <br />And though the sun shines hot today the Gippsland hills look duller <br />But Spring bring green to Gippsland hills Spring rains and soft winds blowing <br />And birds will sing on Gippsland hills and Gippsland creeks fast flowing.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gippsland-hills/
