Monday, October 6, 2014

A September Day

The sweet scent of freshly mown grass for silage or hay
Is wafting in the breeze of a September day
And the golden bill blackbird his finest does sing
On this nice sunny day in the Southern Spring
The birds who do sing every day of the year
The songs of the magpies so pleasant to hear
And the parks lush and green after recent Spring showers
Are looking their finest in their Nature's wildflowers
A weather forecast high for the day of a pleasant twenty degrees
And pink blossoms adorning the fruit bearing trees
And groups of beautiful women in their Summer dresses walking up and down
The gravel paths in the park of the southern town
And the distinctive familiar calls of the black and white pee wee
His kind of bird every day i hear and see.

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