On Boxing Day

I must be a lucky person none luckier than me
The great beauty of Nature everywhere i turn to look i see
The day is nice and sunny of only a slight breeze
That make a gentle rustling sound in the bushes and the trees
On Boxing Day in December in weather temperatures of a near perfect twenty two degrees
The dark winged swallows above the sunlit paddocks chasing flies and bees
The natural sweet aroma of new mown grass for hay
Is wafting in the breezes blowing inland from the bay
As near a place to Earthly Utopia as one could wish to be
The magpie larks in the sunshine are calling out pee wee
The white backed magpies are warbling melodious and clear
The birds who sing on all Seasons and every day of the year
The sunny sky is mostly blue with just a few clouds of gray
On the twenty sixth of December known to most as Boxing Day.