The Bushman’s Homestead!

Deep in the amazing Australian bush,

At the end of a long winding dirt track,

Where gumtrees sway in the breeze,

And the only way in is on horseback.

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There’s a small old mud/wood house,

With a rusting corrugated tin roof,

It’s plumbing is a basic sight to see,

And Horses only find dirt under hoof.

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Wildlife come and go as they please,

The garden consists of wildflowers,

There’s a rocking chair by the door,

To relax in for plenty of long hours.

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The verandah’s built for all to enjoy,

Whether they be man, bird or beast,

A tank to catch and store fresh water,

And a barbecue to cook up a feast.

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Inside’s an old cottage appearance,

To delight a beholders inquisitive eye,

For this is the comfortable bush home,

Of the Bushman when he comes on by.

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