BUSH DAYS 



grow, and there you may 

 see the shy red fantail 

 upon her nest, and hear 

 the little scrub wrens 

 whistling noisily amongst 

 the thick undergrowth. 

 And perhaps 



But I think if you see 

 and hear all these things 

 you w r ill have had enough 

 to satisfy any ordinary 

 mortal; and when the 

 evening boat calls to 

 carry you home across 

 the opal-tinted water you 

 will take with yon a 

 smiling memory, and a 

 deep content that, in the 

 midst of all the whirl 

 and turmoil of our city, 

 there is still this one 

 sweet spot, where Time 

 has stayed his hand. 



The shy red fantail 



