A November Day In The South

Poem By Francis Duggan

We only can go back in time in memory
And the now is all that does matter would you not agree
The sun it is shining on this pleasant Spring day
And the nesting birds are singing in the park by the bay
November is such a green time of the southern year
The Spring all but over and Summer is near
Everywhere looking so green and the wildflowers are blooming after the recent rain
With such pleasant weather how can one complain
The song of the male blackbird so pleasant to hear
And the birds who do sing every day of the year
The Australian magpies with the warbling flute like song
The birds from once heard you never again do get wrong
The parkland has never been looking more green
And Nature at her finest is to be seen.

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