A collection of poems about wattles

'Our Golden Tree'

by Mark Oliver Smith 2020

You may admire the Cooktown orchid
Or favour Victoria’s pink heath
Others prefer the scent of boronia
Or simply wild flowers in a wreath.

However, I prefer our wattle
Though it blossoms from a spindly tree
When it wears its mantle of greatness
There’s no prettier sight to see.

It’s true; the acacia is not stately
It has to struggle through life – you see.
But when it dons its regalia
It speaks for Australia,
And glows like a golden tree!

Mark Oliver Smith, educationist and author of this
celebration of the Australian Wattle

‘Spirit of Wattle’

by Mike Gilmour 2020

A land of many nations, with a multitude of voices
Where all are equal, free to follow dreams and lifestyle choices
Arrivals always welcome, with solutions clear and vital
And all are free to speak their mind,not fearing harsh reprisal...Read more

Mike Gilmour - in his wattle gear for National Wattle Day 2020

'The Wattle Way'

by George Kubitzky 2016

It’s almost Spring and hear the throng,
As various birds rejoice in song,
Around the track that winds along.
It’s called the Wattle Way.

Black cockatoos seen cruising by,
Dark silhouettes against the sky.
Oh listen to their plaintive cry,
Above the Wattle Way.

The green grass starts to thrive again,
From puddles formed by recent rain.
And the watercourse adds it’s refrain,
Beside the Wattle Way.

A kangaroo in placid pose,
With morning dewdrops on its nose.
But one false move and off it goes,
Down the Wattle Way.

And the wombat digging underground,
Is stirred by any foreign sound.
You know its home is easily found.
Beside the Wattle Way

The sky so clear and brilliant blue,
Compliments this golden hue.
That dominates your every view,
Along the Wattle Way.

So take the trek my valued friend,
Before September has its end,
It’s only up around the bend,
The wondrous Wattle Way