The Call of the Bush

Dora Wilcox 1873 (Christchurch) – 1953 (Neutral Bay)



Three roads there are that climb and wind
Amongst the hills, and leave behind
The patterned orchards, sloping down
To meet a little country town.

And of these roads I'll take the one
That tops the ridges, where the sun
Is tempered by the mountain-breeze
And dancing shadows of the trees.

The road is rough - but to my feet
Softer than is the city street;
And then the trees! - how beautiful
She-oak and gum - how fresh and cool!

No walls there are to hamper me;
Only in blue infinity
The distant mountain-ramparts rise
Beneath the broad arch of the skies.

And in that high place I shall hear
The wild birds' singing, soft and clear;
And horse-bells tinkling as of old
In amongst the wattles' gold

Far-off is the ocean tide;
But there across the country-side
Roll waves of bush that rise and fall
To break against the mountain-wall.

And every little farm is seen
An island in a sea of green;
And every little farm at night
Flings through the dark its beacon-light -

There in the silence of the hills,
I shall find peace that soothes and stills
The throbbing of the weary brain, -
For I am going home again.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme AABB CCDD EEXX FFGG XXHH IIJJ KKLL MMXX
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,095
Words 208
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

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