Mid September In Victoria Poem by Francis Duggan

The magpie lark sings his familiar pee wee
And a magpie is warbling on a black wattle tree
And the dark welcome swallows do chirp as they fly
In pursuit of flying insects in the gray evening sky
Mid September in Victoria in the early Spring
The male nesting birds to proclaim their borders do whistle and sing
The song of the shrike thrush melodious to hear
It is such a beautiful time of the year
Today though not sunny not cold a cool eighteen degrees
And a nice sort of freshness in the freshening breeze
That blow up the hill through the park by the bay
How nice to be living on such a nice day
The wildflowers in bloom after recent Spring rain
And with such pleasant weather how can one complain.