In The Warmth Of November

Poem By Francis Duggan

In the warmth of November in the late southern Spring
The roses in bloom and the songbirds do sing
The sun shining bright in the sky blue and gray
On what is a near enough to a perfect day
The paddocks lush and green after the recent rain
With such beautiful weather none ought to complain
A weather temperature high for the day of twenty degrees
With only a slight freshening coastal breeze
That blow across the paddocks uphill from the bay
And carry the sweet scent of grass mowed for hay
The contented cattle on nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day
By the headland trees at ease chewing their cuds lay
And the songs of the blackbirds a joy for to hear
On what is a beautiful time of the year.

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