Early March In The Moyne Shire

One never runs out of material for to write rhymes about
Not even me from the waterways of the brown trout
In early March in early Autumn in the sky blue and gray
The sun shining bright on this nice warm day

A magpie is warbling on a sunlit black-wood tree
And there is no mistaking the song of the pee wee
And a freshening breeze blowing uphill from the bay
Across the bare paddocks the color of hay

Though the dry countryside seems in need of more rain
With such beautiful weather one should not complain
A weather temperature high for the day of twenty four degrees
With a refreshing coolness in the coastal breeze

That from the Pacific shore through the coastal Moyne Shire blow
Though on prolonged warm and dry weather grass does not grow
And the farmers feeding their cattle on silage and hay
Are hoping for rain though rain from the coastal land seems far away

For many weeks El Nino the thirsty one has been around
Sucking every drop of moisture out of the dry ground
And though the Moyne Shire is in need of lots of rain
With such pleasant weather it seems hard to complain.