Tower Hill In Victoria

Poem By Francis Duggan

The blackbirds in Tower Hill do whistle and sing
On a beautiful day in October in Spring
The honeyeaters chirping on the sunlit trees
Their leaves gently stirring in the coastal breeze
The birds who do sing every day of the year
The warbling of the magpies so pleasant to hear
On a sunny temperature high for the day of 26 degrees
The warm air full of the buzzing of flies and nectar gathering bees
And Tower Hill looking so green after the recent rain
With such beautiful weather how can one complain
The black swans and their gray cygnets swimming on the lake
And the harsh cries of the dark coots one could never mistake
Earthly Utopia it cannot be that far away
From Tower Hill on this beautiful October day.

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