In Drishane In May

Good memories as is known slow to fade away
And though fading a bit the mental images stay
Of Finnow the white river slowly babbling on it's way
Under the bridge to the Blackwater in Drishane in May

In weather not warm around nineteen degrees
The rooks are cawing on their sticks nests on the tall trees
The sun intermittently shines through clouds of gray
And the contented cattle on lush grass at ease chewing their cuds lay

The unrivaled beauty in Nature is a source of delight
And the abundance of wildflowers in the old fields is a beautiful sight
In Nature there is beauty for to see every day
And such can be said of green Drishane in May

Of what i have known of i only do write
And i email my rhymes to an internet site
And though there today mine may be a stranger's face
I have known of Drishane as a beautiful place

The migratory dark barn swallows who spend many hours in the sky
In pursuit of flying insects do chirp as they fly
And the voice of the cuckoo i fancy i hear
A migratory nest parasite of the Spring of the year

In the shallow pools of the Blackwater the wary of humans brown trout
Skins gleaming in the sunshine whilst swimming about
And the scratchy song of the water bird everyone seem to know
The familiar dark brown dipper of breast white as snow

The nesting song birds are singing on the bushes and trees
And some signs of rain in the freshening breeze
In the fields where the hawthorns are cloaked in flowers of white to gray
Near the Town of Millstreet in Drishane in May.