How Good To Be Living Poem by Francis Duggan

In the mostly sunny blue sky just a few clouds of gray
How good to be living on such a nice day
The dark welcome swallows do chirp as they fly
In pursuit of flying insects they circle in the sky
Though the paddocks bare and brown and in need of rain
With such pleasant weather only few would complain
Though the farmer he is feeding his cattle hay
And the calendar Winter some two months away
On a perfect weather temperature high of twenty two degrees
The balmy air full of the buzzing of flies and of bees
A magpie is warbling on a sunlit tree
And the magpie larks sing their familiar pee wee
Utopia from here cannot be far away
How good to be living on such a nice day.