On The Gold Of Queensland Poem by Francis Duggan

Fair skinned residents are rare in every Gold Coast Town
Most people in Southern Queensland from the sun are brown
Further north in the tropics warmer by a few degrees
Though relief from the heat in the evenings in the cool coastal breeze
In the gray of the dawn every day of the year
The piping of the pied butcher birds is pleasant to hear,
For the mango orchardists in December and January in the Summer's prime
Protecting their ripening mangoes at night from the fruit bats it is a busy time
The buzzing of flies and nectar gathering bees
And the lorikeets chirping on blossoming trees
From the Gold Coast Earthly Utopia cannot be far away
My dream is to live in such a place one day
But those who do not like warm climates in South Queensland could not stay
It is each to their own as some do like to say.