The Fields Of Duhallow

Though from where i now live they are far away
The fields of Duhallow i think of every day
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
Fond memories of them to me a source of joy

When the old frosted fields are deserted and gray
The cattle in farmyard sheds are bellowing for silage or hay
Of sleet, frost, snow, rain and gales the sky of gray clouds seldom clear
Winter in Duhallow is a cold and a wet time of the year

But April to Duhallow to the old fields brought green
And the wildflowers of Nature in abundance to be seen
And on nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day
The cattle in the shade of the trees chewing their cuds do lay

Of Spring in Duhallow the memories do stay
When the hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May
I can only visualize of the what used to be
Of Duhallow when there is so much beauty to see

Good memories remain with me as a joyful thing
Of birdsong in the prime of a Duhallow Spring
Fond memories of Duhallow today i do retain
And often in fancy i visit the old fields again.