The Sun Shining Bright Poem by Francis Duggan

The sun shining bright in the blue Summer sky
And above the brown paddocks chirping as they fly
Dark swallows are chasing flying insects and bees
On a beautiful day of around 20 degrees.

The view from the high ground a breath taking sight
Of such natural beauty a poet would write
Many centuries ago in the shade of the trees
The Country's first people had their corroborees.

The first people long gone but the landscape remain
As brown as it ever is despite recent rain
And on the brown hillside in unmarked graves they lay
The bones of the dispossessed by those from far away.

The sun shining bright it is such a nice day
And the gray shrike thrush in his cloak of brown and gray
Is whistling his song in the freshening breeze
As he restlessly flies amongst the wattle trees.