The sun is out and shining and there's warmth in the breeze <br />And the weather rather pleasant around 21 degrees <br />And pink blossoms on the fruit trees and the wild birds chirp and sing <br />on this the first day of September and of the calendar Spring. <br /> <br />The poetess is out walking and a song is in her head <br />And she will write a poem this evening before she goes to bed <br />Her dedication to September her favourite month of the year <br />When Spring spreads her green beauty in the Southern Hemisphere. <br /> <br />The lovely golden whistler his song one can't mistake <br />In backyard on the mirror bush he whistled at daybreak <br />I'd like to think he piped for Spring though naturalists tell me <br />That the only reason birds sing is to defend their territory. <br /> <br />The sun is out and shining and Spring is in the air <br />And blossoms on the fruit trees and parks and gardens wear <br />Their green cloaks of September and there's warmth in the breeze <br />And the weather temperatures quite pleasant around 21 degrees.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-is-out-and-shining/
