Above The Mudflats Of Mcloughlins Beach Poem by Francis Duggan

Above the mudflats of Mcloughlins beach in the September sky
The eastern curlews do flute as they fly
And though to here Mcloughlins beach not a place that is near
In fancy their beautiful music i do hear
The song of the eastern curlew is a beautiful thing
Above the Gippsland mudflats in the Southern Spring
From their breeding grounds in Eastern Siberia to Australia they do fly
When the warmth of Spring is in the southern sky
It is a mystery of Nature beyond human kind to explain
How migratory wading birds can make it so far south and fly home to breed again
A mystery that only seems to grow and grow
The more we learn of Nature the less of her we know we do know
Above the mudflats of Mcloughlins beach from here far away
The eastern curlews are singing today.