Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


In October


In the garden the capeweed are blooming amidst the lush green
And roses and flowers in abundance are seen
And cock and hen sparrow to the house eaves nearby
With strands of dried grass to build their straggly nest
fly
The blackbird is singing in the bright sunshine
On a day far more pleasant than yesterday's high of 29
And though going by the forecast rain is on the way
It is such a pleasant and beautiful day,
A wonderful afternoon in the prime of Spring
And the nesting songbirds they whistle and sing
And there is a coolness in the freshening breeze
That is gently soughing in the blossoming trees
And the flute of the magpie so pleasant to hear
In October a beautiful time of the year.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 03, 2008
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