The golden whistler whistles on the gray gum tree <br />And lyrebird in good mood for mimicry <br />And magpie piping in the morning gray <br />And currawong tell rain not far away. <br /> <br />I love the hills of Sherbrooke in the Spring <br />When wattles bloom and all the free birds sing <br />The voice of yellow tailed black cockatoo <br />And spotted dove utter his mating coo. <br /> <br />The rhododendrons flushed with bright pink flowers <br />And the trees look greener after cool spring showers <br />September brings with it rich greenery <br />And nest building birds prepare for family. <br /> <br />Were I a bard born with the gift of rhyme <br />I'd write a song for Sherbrooke in Springtime <br />And I'd sing my song that some might wish to hear <br />Of Sherbrooke in September of the year. <br /> <br />The yellow robin singing in the wind and rain <br />And the sky turn bright and the sun shine out again <br />And in Sherbrooke woods the wild and free birds sing <br />And September's come and brought with it the Spring.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september-s-brought-the-spring/
