KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
A packed lunch required
I like to go out driving
In what Australian’s call a forest
It’s scragy and it’s scruffy
Clumped grass and stringy barks.
Our forest is on a dam edge
And some mornings it looks quite nice
But in the heat of an Australian summer
Or at the end of a long dry winter
Our bush is not that glamourous
It’s a dry and crackly fire risk
Or a wet and muddy path
We have a joke out here in Oz
About our Kangaroos
And the clumpy grasses that struggle to grow
Underneath our tall gum trees
We often say as we are driving past
A wallaby would have to take a packed lunch
To live in that bush or to even just pass through.
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