WALLABY MAZE
Far from the sights that tourists see
Past the slopes of a lonely scree,
Hiding beneath the summer haze
Lies the land of Wallaby Maze,
Where criss-cross tracks run everywhere
Leading you on without a care
Until the world that man has made
Slips away and begins to fade.
The tracks are made by padded feet,
Hopping along with steady beat,
Through scrub and plain and mountain pass
Always onward to sweeter grass.
They've hopped so far, they've hopped so fast
They long to pause and rest at last,
To sleep, to eat, nibble and graze
In the land of Wallaby Maze.
One track that's plain for all to see
Goes round and round a great big tree
Here Joeys learn to hop and run
Bouncing along they think is fun.
The sleek grey does all watch with pride
And pick them up when they collide,
Comforting them with words of praise
In the land of Wallaby Maze.
There is a trail all treat with care,
Because it's near the Bunyip's lair -
A cave that's dark and full of bones
That rattle when the east wind moans;
Young Wallabies that misbehave
Are told about this fearsome cave
And try to do as Mother says
In the land of Wallaby Maze.
The Ti tree trails along the creek
Are mostly used for hide and seek,
By Joeys who have left the pouch
And like to leap and jump and crouch
There among the emerald green
They hide, and hope they can't be seen,
And so they play for days and days
In the land of Wallaby Maze.
Around this land is drawn a veil
That can't be rent by storm or gale
But lifts aside for you and me,
For others too, when they agree
To share the world a little more
Then knock with friendship on the door
Before they wander down the ways
Leading through the Wallaby Maze.
- © Hod Cay
