Amazing Mother Nature With Her None To Compare Poem by Francis Duggan

On Summer and Autumn the old paddocks brown and bare
And the buzzings of bush flies in the air near the small Countrytown
Now in the depths of Winter the paddocks looking green
But not even one bush fly is to be heard or seen

The white backed magpie on the wattle tree flute like are the notes he sing
In mid Winter his kind start to build their nest their young are born by Spring
And by late September their year's first brood will have taken to wing
The changing seasonal face of Nature is an amazing thing.

On each of her four Seasons a different coloured dress she does wear
Amazing Mother Nature with her none to compare
The only true immortal she just goes on and on
She has outlived billions of Seasons her Seasons past and gone.

The early nesting birds their nests start building in the depths of Wintertime
Mother Nature's wildborn children who outlive story and rhyme
And though now in the depths of Winter lots of greenery everywhere
A few months ago the paddocks were looking brown and bare.