Francis Duggan


In The Wood Over There - Poem by Francis Duggan

I hear the wild birds singing in the wood over there
Their songs clear and melodious in the clear morning air
The children of Mother Nature are welcoming the day
Their songs much like a birthmark to their identity a give away,
A pleasant Summer's morning of around twenty degrees
And white butterflies are flitting around the garden trees
In the calmness of the morning there is hardly any breeze
And the air is full of the buzzings of the nectar gathering bees
The flowering gums covered in red flowers make for a pretty sight
And the sunflowers look resplendent in the warmth of the sunlight
So much beauty in Nature to look at and admire
And a scene such as i behold now an artist would inspire
A memory for to cherish and with others for to share
And the wild-born birds are singing in the wood over there.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 13, 2008



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