BEAUTY AND THE HEATH [POEM]

I MAY NOT BE ABLE TO CROSS THE PLAINS OF AMERICA,

AND MY PARADISE BEACH TOO FAR,

MOUNTAINS, LAKES, AND FORESTS FLOAT MY BOAT.

JUST AROUND THE CORNER,

THERE'S A LITTLE OF ALL.

THE HEATHLAND IS THE PLACE TO GO,

IN GLISTENING SUN,LAKE IN SHADOW,

AND A SONG IS SPRUNG FROM

FEATHERY FRIENDS.

SAND AND GORSE CREATES A HOME,

WHERE A LIZARD SMILES,

WE'RE NEVER ALONE.

HUES OF HEATHER

FOR A BUMBLE BEE,

THIS PRECIOUS LAND IS GREAT TO SEE.

TO PROTECT THIS HABITAT,

WE CREATE NEW LIFE,

LET'S CONSERVE IT,

LET'S KEEP IT ALIVE.

TANYA FILLBROOK