Sunday, September 18, 2016

Where The Araglen Flow

Behind the gray clouds the sun hidden away
The rain drizzling down on Duhallow today
On a silver birch tree a silver backed crow
Is cawing in a field near where the Araglen flow
On a day in September in the early Fall of the year
The song of the robin is a joy for to hear
The Boggeraghs cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And brown rain water flowing in every field and roadside drain
On the electrical power wires the barn swallows congregate
To the southern tropics they will soon migrate
They will be gone before the arrival of the migratory redwing
Who for to breed in the woods further north will have left before Spring
The cool winds of September from the Boggeraghs blow
Far north in Duhallow where the Araglen flow.

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