In The Warm Sunshine Of January

Poem By Francis Duggan

In the warm sunshine of January in the Parkland by the sea
The nectar gathering bees are buzzing around every flowering bush and tree
On a pleasant day in mid Summer of around 26 degrees
With the hoarse cries of the wattlebirds floating in the freshening breeze
Children in the children's play space on the swings laugh as they swing up and down
And butterflies dance in the air in the parkland of the town
Wish today could last forever just a perfect Summer's day
Not too cool or not too warm just perfect in every way
An artist on her sketch book sketch the water-birds on the park lake
One day she may become famous a name for herself she will make
With her paintings of wildlife art critics her praises may sing
Just to express yourself through Nature in itself a marvellous thing
It is such a pleasant evening around twenty six degrees
And the birds of song are singing in the freshening coastal breeze.

Comments about In The Warm Sunshine Of January

There is no comment submitted by members.

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of DUGGAN

Racism Is Around Me Everywhere

Of human ignorance I am almost in despair
For racism is around me everywhere
But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss
Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.

A Beautiful Day

In the blue sky just a few specks of gray
In the evening of a beautiful day
Though last night it rained and more rain on the way
And that more rain is needed 'twould be fair to say

A Ballad Of Wasted Years

I have walked through tougher Harlem where few strangers dare to go
And I've been in London City in the rain and in the snow
And I've worked in inner Melbourne in the searing summer heat
And believe me if I tell you I have earned the bread I eat.

A Beautiful Person With A Heart Of Gold

She sees things of beauty in all that she see
And what's beautiful to her seems ugly to me
What to her is a flower to me is a weed
We do seem so different so different indeed.

The Sound Of Laughter

The sound of laughter is a thing of beauty for laughter spreads the very gift of joy
That people they are drawn to happy people is not that hard for to understand why
Since everybody wishes to be happy and laughter it spreads happiness around
And only the heartless could not like the sound of laughter for laughter is a very happy sound,

The Admirable Mo

My admiration for him it only does grow
For a braver one than he is of i may never know
A paraplegic due to a motor accident forty years ago
Now in his early sixties the admirable Mo