The sun behind the gray clouds is hidden away
It is breezy and cold in Port Fairy today
The hunger of the Season in the silver gulls cry
In the depths of the Winter in the southern July
But the flute like warblings as ever a joy for to hear
Of the silver billed magpies who sing every day of the year
In the darkness of night you even hear them sing
In their breeding Season from late Winter all through the Spring
But the cold and blustery weather the young surfers do brave
On their surfboards they ride evry big shore bound white wave
To ride the waves to the beach few of them succeed
Such a hobby is for the passionate and daring breed
The coastal Town in the Moyne Shire for it's music festival has Worldwide renown
But in Winter it never is a busy Town
In the warmer months from September to May
In Port Fairy many holidaymakers and tourists every day.
Friday, July 14, 2017
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