The magpie he pipes on the black wattle tree <br />In the gray of twilight by the cliffs of the sea <br />The temperatures nice around 18 degrees <br />And the evening is calm with only a slight breeze <br />The sky seems to meet the World where the ocean is deep <br />And the huge mass of saltwater appears to be asleep <br />The crow on the fence post he caws loud and long <br />His is a familiar though not pleasant song <br />In the twilight of an evening in the early Fall <br />Above the volcanic cliffs the silver gulls call <br />And birds in small flocks to their roosting trees fly <br />As darkness descends on the calm coastal sky <br />The darkening shades of twilight are all around me <br />And all is so quiet by the cliffs of the sea.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-cliffs-of-the-sea/
