Thursday, April 14, 2011

In The Old Rushy Fields

Back there where the Cails and the Finnow does meet
In the old rushy fields by the Town of Millstreet
In the heavy cover from view hidden away
The shy male pheasant is crowing today
The airborne brown feathered minstrel of the Duhallow Spring
The lark lost to view in the gray clouds does sing
One born on the ground to sing he has to fly
A familiar songster of the cloudy April sky
The pleasant fluting of the blackbird the soft lowing of a cow
And the dipper does sing in the babbling Finnow
On what is a typical mid April day
A freshening wind from the mountains warns of rain on the way
In mid Spring in Duhallow by the Town of Millstreet
In the old rushy fields where Cails and Finnow meet.

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