A Cool Spring Morning In Olinda Poem by Francis Duggan

Accurate forecasters of weather weatherwise they are seldom wrong
It will rain in the high woodlands when you hear the currawong
When you hear the dark birds calling rain is in the mountain breeze
And the high branches wave and the leaves are stirring on the great mountain ash trees.

A cool Spring morning in Olinda in the wood on the higher ground
The tall trees block out the scenery of the countryside around
Blackbird sing and magpie fluting and shrike thrush in his cloak of gray
On a smaller tree is whistling on a cool and pleasant day.

Beautiful crimson rosellas with the pleasant flute like song
By sight or sound cannot be mistaken one can never get them wrong
And the laughing kookaburras they do live up to their name
Due to their loud and cackling calling their's is an enduring fame.

The white crested cockatoos are squawking as above the tall gums they fly
Nice to look at but not to listen to their's is a harsh grating cry
The pied currawongs are singing some call them the dark birds of rain
On my pleasant flights of fancy I'm back on the hills again.