Green leaves — a patch of world along a river,
The drab and silver draping every limb,
The cackling kingfisher with throat a-quiver
Eager to sing for us a morning hymn.
By yonder trees the rough red rock hangs over
The black duck’s brood — a little fleet at sea;
In the far sky a wicked foe doth hover;
A plover calls — it is a call for me.
Across the stream, slowly and with much shrinking
Softly a full-eyed wallaby descends
To the blue water’s edge . . . I see him drinking . . .
And he and I and all his folk are friends.
Shaw Neilson , Heart of Spring, The Bookfellow, Sydney, 1919, page 18