Beyond The Hill Poem by Francis Duggan

Beyond the hill in a town far away
Magpie is piping in the dawn of day
On the quiet streets of the old country town
In the gray dawn few cars pass up and down

Beyond the hill in a quiet town park
The distinctive song of the magpie lark
On a high branch of an old blackwood tree
In the gray dawning is calling pee wee.

Beyond the hill in the town by the sea
The streets deserted and all quiet as can be
In the still of the gray dawn the huge surf waves roar
As they crash on the rocks that protects the foreshore.

Beyond the hill in the dawn cool and gray
Magpie is piping for to greet the day
The streets are quiet an hour before sunrise
And the huge waves rumble where the silver gull cries.