At Mcloughlins Beach Poem by Francis Duggan

At Mcloughlins Beach



O'er McLoughlins Beach from here many miles away
The eastern curlews are piping at the dawn of the day
They return to their southern wintering ground in the spring of the year
And their distinctive soft piping are always pleasant to hear
With tiny holes in the mudflats where from danger they hide
Thousands of tiny crabs at McLoughlins Beach reside
When they feel they are safe for food they scurry around
And at the first sign of danger they quickly go to ground
I've not been to South Gippsland to McLoughlins Beach by the Pacific shore
For quite a few springs perhaps a dozen or more
But in fancy i can hear the curlews piping as they fly
On a calm morning in spring in the southern sky
And the tiny crabs in their thousands on the mudflats crawling around
At the first sign of danger they quickly go to ground.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016
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