The sun shines brightly on the hills of Emerald <br />And Emerald as it's name suggests look green <br />And were I a painter I'd commit to canvas <br />Some of the beauty of this splendid scene. <br /> <br />A magpie pipes on flowering golden wattle <br />Near where hidden creek towards Selby winds it's way <br />And on the paddock fence the willy wagtail <br />With wagging tail on the look out for prey. <br /> <br />He spies a butterfly and from his perch he dashes <br />And he takes the unsuspecting as he fly <br />And for Willy wagtail to survive in Emerald <br />A thing of such great beauty has to die. <br /> <br />But all wild born predators are free of evil <br />If they don't eat they can't hope to stay alive <br />Some things of life are only on this Planet <br />As source of food for others to survive. <br /> <br />The harsh loud laughter of the kookaburra <br />Pollutes the beauty of the magpie's tune <br />Some birds are born with gift of song whilst others <br />Through their short lives can't hope to lilt or croon. <br /> <br />The hilly paddock in full bloom look lovely <br />And magpie piping on the wattle tree <br />And hidden creek go whispering down towards Selby <br />Through undergrowth that reaches to the knee. <br /> <br />The sun shines brightly on the hills of Emerald <br />And all around looks beautiful and green <br />And a painter well might capture on his canvas <br />Some of the beauty of this splendid scene.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-shines-brightly-on-the-hills-of-emerald/
