Grace Cummings Lullaby For Refuge Cove
Magpie flies above the trees
Turns my head towards the sun
Drops of rain upon the leaves
Fall off one by one
In the breeze
Cockatoo with a friend
Flies above our heads
To the waves on Refuge Cove
With wattle of green and red
It grows
I'm sorry friends, I seem to have
Fallen right through the Earth
It seems to have happened when
I was wishing I was a bird
That flies