The day it is pleasant and warm and fine
I sit on a park bench in the bright sunshine
In temperatures just over twenty degrees
The song of the magpie lark wafts in the breeze
His often repeated notes that sound like pee wee
Familiar to everyone and familiar to me
Were i born a poet i would love for to write
A poem others would like to read and even maybe recite
At a literary gathering or a poetry club
Or in the lounge room of a bar-room or pub
A poem about Nature for others to enjoy
I have loved her since i was a very young boy
And the good memories with me are destined to stay
Of the beauty that i have seen around me today.
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