The magpie pipes the dawn in on high branch of blackwood tree <br />And silver gulls are calling in Cowes by the sea <br />And the sooty oystercatchers are whistling as they fly <br />And pied shag standing on the beach with his wings hung out to dry. <br /> <br />The magpie lark is singing his voice one can't mistake <br />He is one that you hear often or just before daybreak <br />In fork of branch his partner sits in her mud nest <br />Her unborn young growing in the eggs kept warm beneath her breast. <br /> <br />The streets of Cowes deserted no cars pass up and down <br />And all seems very peaceful in Phillip Island's Premier Town <br />But from late December until February though early you may wake <br />You will see holiday makers on the beach at daybreak. <br /> <br />In Cowes in Phillip Island the dawn is breaking gray <br />And the streets and beach deserted a pleasant time of day <br />The Town park by the ocean is looking fresh and green <br />And an artist on his canvas might glorify this scene.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mid-november-morning-in-cowes/
