Wednesday, February 1, 2017

In The prime Of May In Annagloor

When the hawthorns look resplendent cloaked in their white blooms of the May
In the leafy groves of Annagloor the birds sing all the day
And contented cattle out of wintering sheds from months of eating silage and hay
Gaining weight on nutritious young grass chewing their cuds do lay
The dark barn swallows home to breed from distant lands chirping as they fly
On pursuit of flying insects in the blue and gray sky
And moorhen in the river to her chicks call she sense danger to them near
Her three dark babies to safety in the reeds disappear
A familiar voice in Annagloor in the prime of the Spring
Upon a leafy birch tree a male pink breasted chaffinch sing
The old fields looking lush and green after recent Spring showers
Always look beautiful in May decked in their wild flowers
And the scratchy song of the dipper in the river one does hear
In the prime of May in Annagloor it is a lovely time of year.

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