In the blue sky a few woolly looking clouds of gray
So good to be living on such a nice day
In the sunlit park to where i am standing near
The song of the magpie lark pleasant to hear
On this the first day of March the first day of the Southern Calendar Fall
In near to perfect weather with little wind at all
Today a pleasant high of some twenty degrees
Brown butterflies flying around sunlit flowering trees
The flute of the magpie melodious and clear
The silver billed bird who sings all through the year
Their bright colors amazing in the clear sunny sky
The beautiful crimson rosellas do chirp as they fly
The Autumn has arrived on her wings of brown
At midnight she quietly flew into the town
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautifully written. I like following lines and they are unique: 'a few woolly looking clouds' 'the first day of the Southern Calendar Fall' 'brown butterflies flying around sunlit flowering trees' 'the flute of the magpie' 'at midnight she quietly flew into the town' Thank you for sharing.