And the snowy sheets of ti-tree on the hillside and the fell;
Oh! the cries of jay and curlew that come down the wind together,
With the calling of the magpie and the wether's tinkling bell. Oh! the birds and the blossoms, with the red flame on the gum trees,
And the dropping of the gum caps in the creek that runs below;
Oh! the sweep of splendid scrubland with its green and purple reaches,
And the wind among' the she-oaks sighing drearily and low. Oh! the broom and the bracken and the scent of dew-wet wattle,
And the hazy mists of morning drifting slowly, softly by;
How I'm longing in the far town, 'midst the glowing springtime weather,
Just to see the bushland's splendour 'neath the blue September sky. --Rita Wilson. Notes From the NSW Newspaper The Richmond River Herald and Northern Districts Advertiser 10 Aug 1928 p. 3.