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More poems about Weather.
A PERFECT DAY
There are no clouds to spoil the blueness
of the sky,
Or to shadow the sun as she arcs her way
on high,
The breeze is just strong enough for trees to
gently sway
And waft the fragrance of the flowers to come
our way.
The noisy seagulls are silent, dozing in the
warm sun,
As if they had breakfasted well their task
now done,
Specks of brilliant white and grey on a sea of
green grass,
They, one by one, lift their heads as we very
quietly pass.
What a wonderful morning leading to a
wonderful day,
I know the blessings of heaven are freely sent
our way.
A bouquet of butterflies do a pretty fluttering
happy dance
As in unison in merriment from flower to flower
do prance.
The whole scene that is before us is as gentle as a
sleeping child,
A touch of heaven, it seems impossible the weather
could be wild.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 30 August 2006