On What Happens To Be A Typical August Day Poem by Francis Duggan

The sun in the gray clouds is hidden away
On what is a calm though chilly August day
In the Lake of Tower Hill the breeding frogs sing
On just twenty days from the calendar Spring
A weather forecast high for the day of thirteen degrees
And Nature's own beauty on the wattle trees
That are laden in their blossoms the color of yellow gold
In Nature all year round beauty to behold
Quite typical weather for the time of year
But the songs of the blackbirds are pleasant to hear
And the nesting magpies are singing on the tall trees
With a Wintry chill in the very slight breeze
On what happens to be a typical August day
With the calendar Spring only three weeks away.