In this great Land of Australia today is Wattle Day <br />And in South Gippsland in Victoria the morning sky is gray <br />On the first day of September the first of the calendar Spring <br />Upon the flowering wattle tree the gray butcherbird sing. <br /> <br />The colours of Australia as it often has been told <br />Were inspired by the green wattles in their flowers the color of gold <br />From mid Winter to early Spring it is a marvellous sight to see <br />The golden blossoms blooming on a lovely wattle tree. <br /> <br />Before dawn it was raining and a slight chill in the breeze <br />But the morning it is not cold around nine or ten degrees <br />And overnight across the parks and paddocks whilst many were asleep <br />The beautiful Goddess of Spring in her green dress into the Town did creep. <br /> <br />She arrived without fanfare the Town band for her did not play <br />But the wild birds sang to greet her in the dawn of Wattle Day <br />The frogs sing in the roadside drain a sign that rain is near <br />But balmy days not far off since Spring herself is here.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wattle-day/
