An August Day In Olinda

A gray fog all but shrouds the tall mountain ash trees
And there is a chill in the wintery breeze
In August in Olinda a cold time of year
Though Spring to the hills it is drawing ever near
In the wooded gullies where birdlife abound
The laughter of the kookaburra resound
And the karrawang call of the pied currawong
The bird that is said that has rain in it’s song
The Yarra Ranges the artists and poets does inspire
And of singing it’s praises could one ever tire
The mountain ash trees to some great heights have grown
The steep wooded hills have a charm of their own
The day may be damp and chilly the sky may be gray
But one senses from Olinda Utopia is not far away.