The moon did appear from behind dark clouds <br />Only again for to steal out of sight <br />And boobook owl called in the Parkland <br />His voice echoing in the calm night. <br /> <br />Lovers arm in arm under the street lamps <br />They stop to embrace as they walk along <br />And the nesting magpies are fluting <br />They warble a beautiful song. <br /> <br />A beautiful night in September <br />And balmy the calm evening air <br />The Spring is Mother Nature's young Season <br />And than her there is none so fair. <br /> <br />Were I a poet I'd capture some of this beauty <br />And on paper in words jot it down <br />Of this beautiful night in the Springtime <br />In a park of a southern town. <br /> <br />The moon behind the clouds is hiding <br />And the flute of the magpie sounds melodious and clear <br />And young lovers out arm in arm courting <br />And the cry of the boobook I hear. <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beautiful-night-in-september/
