<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On A Morning In Late September</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the sunlit paddock just like a small speck in the sky<br>The little brown skylark is carolling as up to the high clouds he fly<br>On a beautiful morning in September approaching the prime of the Spring<br>On bushes and trees all around me the nesting birds whistle and sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each species of bird distinctive by their voice Nature is a marvellous thing<br>The skylark to proclaim his borders is obliged to take to the wing<br>In a tussock of grass quite well hidden her eggs kept warm by the heat of her breast<br>Incubating the next generation his partner she sits in her nest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A small mob of kangaroos hop through the paddock to the scrub dotted with trees nearby<br>Away from prying eyes they feel safer their privacy they too enjoy<br>They stay in cover till twilight and as night fall nears they venture out<br>And under the cover of darkness they feed and go on hop about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a morning in late September the lark o'er the paddock in song<br>Even by his voice he is distinctive a bird one can never get wrong<br>And kangaroos hopping to cover they are not often seen by day<br>Amongst the scrub surrounded by gums and wattles hidden from prying eyes in safety they lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567451" data-title="On A Morning In Late September de Francis Duggan" data-description="Above the sunlit paddock just like a small speck in the sky The little brown skylark is carolling as up to the high clouds he fly On a beautiful morning in September approaching the prime of the Spring On bushes and trees all around me the nesting..."></div> </div> </div>

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