A Morning Of Sunshine - Poem by Francis Duggan
A morning of sunshine and on the sunlit trees
The birds chirp and pipe their often sung melodies
And there is a cool freshness in the cool Summer breeze
And the temperatures pleasant around twenty degrees.
In the warmth of the Summer the old hills near the Town
Have lost their Spring Green they are now looking brown
And not one dropp of water in the roadside drain
The drought has set in and we do need some rain.
When birds sing in Summer sunshine though skies are bright and clear
I have heard it said that rain is very near
That it will rain tomorrow if not late today
I only quote here what a wise one did say.
A morning of sunshine the sweet scent of thyme
And warm hearted Summer is now in her prime
And in the sunlit park from flower patch to hedgerow
The white and brown butterflies flit to and fro.
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