Large flocks of silver gulls eating sea lice on the kelp on the beach at Sting Ray Bay
On the evening of a gray and sunless July day
In the depths of the Winter in this place far south in this Land of the south
In Nature every day something to write about
The voice of the ocean is forever more
The waves lapping on to the kelp laden shore
In the background the songs of birds one hear every day of the year
The flute like warbling of the magpies always pleasant to hear
On the crevices above the sea of the Breakwater Wall a familiar sight
The rock doves assembled in a line have come to roost for the night
In Nature at all times of year natural beauty to see
A beauty to view that is always money free
On a gray evening under a sunless sky
In the depths of the Winter in the far southern July.
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