Tuesday, February 7, 2012

A Blustery Summer's Day

The long billed corellas at the end of a blustery summer's day
Are calling on the high trees in the twilight gray
On an evening quite cool for the time of the year
The soughing of the freshening wind in the tall trees i hear
The flute of the magpie melodious and clear
The bird that does sing every day of the year
The one who does have an unmistakeable song
His music by the freshening winds carried along
The windy cool weather from the warm days seems a pleasant thing
A certain freshness to the air it does seem to bring
This evening not one white or brown butterfly
For to be seen dancing in the windy sky
Under leaves from the wind they have hidden away
In the twilight of a blustery summer's day.

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