For Late June Remarkable Weather Poem by Francis Duggan

For Late June Remarkable Weather



The golfers on the greens are putting in their short sleeved shirts in the sun
And by the mirthful ring of their laughter it would seem they are having fun
On a beautiful morning in Winter seems more like a day in the Spring
And on trees bordering the golf course the white backed magpies carol and sing.

The morning is so bright and sunny and warm for the time of year
For late June remarkable weather you'd swear that September were here
The stillness one almost could touch it and only the slightest hint of breeze
And the temperatures one might say perfect a high close to
eighteen degrees.

The black duck in the pond are swimming I hear the soft quacks of the drake
He flies to the bank and flaps his wings and the water off of his body shake
'Twould seem he is telling me something and I fancy I can
hear him say
Quite soon again I'll be a father and it is such a beautiful
day.

Who would think we were near Mid-winter such mornings like this are quite rare
A chance for to walk amongst Nature and breathe in the pure morning air
Memories like these make life worth living and our mood often matches the day
When the weather is cold, wet and windy the clouds of our heart can be gray.

The white backed magpies flute in the sunshine their nesting
time not far away
And the tall trees they cast their long shadows across the greens and the fairway
The rays of the sun seem so warm and hardly a cloud in the sky
It seems more like a day in September than on the eve of the first of July.

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