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The Life of Australia is Through out every where. By Hayley Mitchell. The Bush.
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The Life of Australia is Through out every where By HayleyMitchell
Somewhere amongst the light of day was the Bush, a very warm BushIt was full of Native Australian Animals but lots and lots of fluffy WombatsThe Wombats waddled around everywhere, you could feel the vibration under you’re covered up feet from the wombats waddlingThe dust filled up the air but you could still see the Gum Trees and the bushesAustralia is for me, Australia is for you, Australia is like a poem floating through the clouds
The scent of pineapple glares in front of me as I drive down the rocky bumpy roadI see it, it is big and it is the... BIG PineappleAs I step inside I can see two layers of stairs, it is big it is huge it is the LARGEST Pineapple in the WORLDJars of Pineapple are crowded everywhere on the shelves and all over the side of the stairs and on little tablesAustralia is for me, Australia is for you, Australia is like a poem floating through the clouds
Somewhere amongst the damp, wet vines laid a Forest, a Rain ForestThe moss was glossy and slimy like PVA Glue running down my soft handsWater crashed on the rocks and made an awfully loud noise like glass shattering in a messSome rocks were hard, some rocks were smooth and some were small and some were big but I liked the rocks that were simply rocksAustralia is for me, Australia is for you, Australia is like a poem floating through the clouds
There is water everywhere to be seen, you can’t see anything else except waterThe water is mossy, but it is as clear as glass, the seaweed sways through the cool breezed windYou can feel the warm sand digging and squelching between my toes and making a mark with my footSeagulls squawk with excitement ready to come and take my food, but your dog’s chase them away until they vanish into thin airAustralia is for me, Australia is for you, Australia is like a poem floating through the clouds
The country air sways my hair as I lay back and look at the stars, it is a nice feeling you know, I just love looking at the stars and watching them glowThe clouds aren’t there, and you know what I don’t care or not, because I like to watch the stars glowThey are shinier than shiny, they are prettier than pretty and they are starrier than starryWhy can’t they stay there I wonder to myself as I sniff the roses and go back homeAustralia is for me, Australia is for you, Australia is like a poem floating through the clouds