Birdsong
I’d rather be, somewhere in the country
Listening to bird song, all day long
But I can’t get away
From the sound of road noise
There seems to be no choice
Wherever I go
And planes that sound like tractors
That fly anywhere
Without a care
For the disturbance they bring
So, I want to be,somewhere in the country
Listening to bird song, all day long
But for the sound of machines
Like the Singleton oil well
With its pungent smell
Where no bird sings
And the cracks of the guns
Of the barbaric shoot
Killing birds for a hoot
Deadening the birds call
So, I need to be, somewhere in the country
Listening to bird song, all day long
Tom Broughton, August 2021
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