Jonquils Poem by Francis Duggan

In their yellow blooms of late Winter the jonquils are blowing in the breeze
In a corner of the Town Parkland close to a screen of blackwood trees
The strong though sweet scent of their natural aroma is wafting in the evening air
And the sight of wild jonquils in their thousands blooming at this time of year never rare.

My knowledge of flowering plants is limited and little about them I know
But jonquils are known to so many and in most sorts of soils they do grow
They bloom from mid to late Winter in Victoria they will have gone by early Spring
One has to feel enamored by Nature for Nature's a wondrous thing.

The wattles in yellow blooms laden the lilly pilly in her purple flowers
Bloom in the far southern Winter in the heavy thundery showers
And jonquils in the freshening breeze are nodding like graceful dancers so gently they sway
So beautiful in bloom they do seem and yet they are so quick to decay.

The Winter weather is thundery and showery yet for the time of year it is not cold
And the windblown jonquils in their flowers of yellow are so beautiful to behold
By early Spring they will have withered the beauty that Nature has made
Seldom last beyond the month of a Season in time everything seems to fade.