Today In The Rushy Fields

Today in the rushy fields where the waterways meet
In view of the hills by the Town of Millstreet
The cool winds of April that tell of rain blow
In the home of the badger and silver back crow
Though in the leaf budding groves the nesting birds sing
Thus far it has been a cool and a very wet Spring
The Boggeraghs are half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And brown storm water flowing in every field drain
In the leaf budding groves the nesting birds sing
Though the swallows have not yet returned for the Spring
Quite soon above their home fields they will be seen to fly
In pursuit of flying insects across the gray sky
And the blackbird for her nest fly with moss in her bill
In a leafy bush on the field by the hill.