Wattle Poems

Wattle Dreams

Dalwallinu has come to life with brilliant yellow flowers,
It’s time to welcome back again the wattle in profusion;
In the paddock, down the road, the golden laden bowers,
Create a magic all of their own, a wonderful illusion.

I’m sure it was a wattle fairy prancing ‘neath the branches,
She pirouetted, swayed and twirled, upon her twinkling toes,
And then was joined by many more, a myriad of dances;
I stood so silent, so enthralled, before the dream should go.

Along the track an elf I spied, he too was dressed in yellow,
He had some friends, who rolled along the pebbles on the ground,
They jumped them, spun them, laughed and bellowed;
How I wished they’d call me to join them in their round.

It must have been an apparition, but this is how things go,
For if you travel down the road when the wattle blooms for free,
You’re sure to feel the magic of this very special show,
In the springtime, in Dalwallinu, in wattle country.

Wattle Blooms After Rain

This land we call Australia, is home sweet home to me,
Where ever I may wander, sweet is the memory
Of silver sands, the ocean roar, tall trees and wide sparse plains,
But of all the lasting images, it’s wattle blooms after rain.

Chorus

Sparkling in the sunlight, dancing in the breeze,
Creating magic in the bush the beautiful wattle trees
The perfume of its flowers encompass all around
The golden yellow hues of blossom on the ground.

The wattle is synonymous with Aussies’ greatest feats
The colours have been worn by our champion athletes
Its stamped upon our currency, floes high in banners plain,
But of all the lasting images, it’s wattle blooms after rain.

So here we are together on wattles special day
We come to bear it honour in a very special way
We recognise its beauty, the diverseness it contains
But of all the lasting images, it’s wattle blooms after rain.