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!