Sunday, July 4, 2010

On The Last Day Of June

It is a cold day lots of wintery rain
But suppose about that one ought not to complain
Since the water dams and reserviors only half full and many creek beds are dry
One can only hope for more rain in July
The cattle for shelter under the cypress boughs stand
On the last day of June in this Southern Land
The first month of Winter is drawing to a close
And the rose tree will soon give birth to her first rose
Just sixty two days from the calendar Spring
And in the wind and rain the magpies do sing
The start of their breeding Season is drawing near
When day and night their flute like notes one does hear
On the last day of June in the old country town
From the gloomy gray sky the rain drizzling down.

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