In September In The Southern Country

In the Townpark the pee wees are calling and the magpies are piping on the sunlit trees
And the familiar song of the blackbird is carrying across the street in the freshening breeze
Spring has arrived to the Southern Country and with her she has brought her greenery and flowers
Everywhere looking so green and so healthy the water dams near full from the recent showers
Were I a poet I would write of such beauty that comes to life in the Southern Spring
In their breeding Season male birds at their borders a warning to their kind in their songs do sing
In September in the Southern Country everywhere you turn to look beauty to be seen
Fruit bearing trees in their pink and white blossoms everywhere looking so healthy and so green
Out on the lake black swans and their gray cygnets they are safe from harm by their parents side
Moorhens they warn their dark babies of danger they swim to the reeds in safety to hide
Nature's great beauty it is all around me something to admire and for to enjoy
She never ceases to fill me with wonder I have loved Nature since I was a boy
Were I a poet I would write of her beauty everywhere I look it is all around me
Yet there is more to her far more it does seem than anyone could ever hope to see.