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A Perfect Place ©

Ian McCrae
Sydney, Australia
2006

The trees helped me to see the wind,
To touch the nature of all things,
To hold them in my arms and say
This has been a perfect day.

Time moves on into spring
New green grass and every thing,
A butterfly on the wing
Wild birds listen to them sing.

Birds are nesting in the trees
On my face a gentle breeze,
Listen to the pheasant’s call
Primroses near a waterfall.

New born lambs they're full of glee
The riverside’s the place for me,
I can sit and watch the wild flowers grow
Gently moving two and fro

A peaceful way to spend your time
Away form all the city grime,
You must understand I cannot see
The things that fill my heart with glee:

The wind blows through the valley in a rage
Then gentle as a lamb,
As if to caress all living things
The wind in calm:

Without the wind the rain and snow
Would we have somewhere else to go,
Across the meadows the grass blows free
Back and forward two and fro.

A perfect day, o-yes in deed
My own homeland far across the sea,
That would be the perfect place
Just for me, just for me.



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