Across the high green paddocks the freshening winds blow <br />In the sunshine of September near where the river waters crawl slow <br />Near the end of it's journey the deep salty sea <br />The river water like us fulfil their life's destiny. <br /> <br />A pair of crows are building their stick nest high on a gum tree <br />And the mud nesting magpie lark known to some as pee wee <br />Are singing out pee wee their familiar song <br />Some voices of Nature one cannot get wrong. <br /> <br />On the second week of September in the early Spring <br />The nesting songbirds chirp and whistle and sing <br />With young to be raised and borders to defend <br />The circle of Nature does not have an end. <br /> <br />I do feel quite grateful as the word can be <br />That another Spring I have lived for to see <br />For the natural beauty to look at that's free <br />Of Nature herself who is all around me.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-second-week-of-september/
