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An Evening In July

The sun lights up the high paddocks nearby
And there is a stillness in the evening sky
Close to mid Winter yet it seems like Spring
Yet magpie only bird that I hear sing.

By stands of blackwoods and wattles the old creek winds it's way
On towards the sea it journeys night and day
Swelled by smaller creeks to a river it grow
And deepen and move slowly as near to the sea it flow.

it may be Winter but the landscape looks green
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