Francis Duggan - A Winter Morning In Gippsland
The wattle wears her cloak of flowers so lovely bright and yellow <br />But in the paddocks there's no grass and for hay the cattle bellow <br />It has been frosty over night and the ground with frost is hoary <br />And the only beauty I can see is the wattle in her glory. <br /> <br />The farmer says too cold and dry as dry as he remember <br />The Spring will come in late this year and no grass in September <br />The hereford cow hunched with the cold and she as tough as leather <br />For two months it's been cold and dry we need a change of weather. <br /> <br />The trainer on the trotting track watch his trotters exercising <br />And near ten o clock the sun comes out and the temperature starts rising <br />And across the paddock's uneven ground the old farm tractor rattle <br />As the farmer brings big bale of hay to feed his hungry cattle. <br /> <br />A Winter morning in Gippsland and for hay the cattle bellow <br />And the wattle wears her cloak of flowers so lovely, bright and yellow <br />And the farmer says too cold and dry as dry as he remember <br />And we need a week or two of rain for grass growth in September.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../a-winter-morning-in
