'A Cool But A Beautiful Evening In May

A cool But a beautul evening in May

The silver gulls mewing in the park by the bay

The magpie is fluting on the blackwood tree

And who could mistake the song of the pee wee

The dark waters of the river to the ocean crawl

On the second last day of the Southern Fall

Gray Winter approaching the southern shore

And twilight begins just after half past four

The calls of the coots and the moorhens one

cannot mistake

And the wild duck are quacking in the depths

of the lake

The sights and sounds of Nature pleasant to

see and hear

Most of her wild birds call and sing every day

of the year

On the second last day of the Southern Fall

The wild birds of Nature do whistle and call.


Francis Duggan'