On an early Spring Morning in mid March the wind driven rain drifting down
On the old fields sodden from heavy rain the waterways in brown flood waters bank high does flow
And on the high trees the loud cawing of rooks known to some as the bare faced crow
Though raining the weather not cold rather windy and howling in the tall bare trees
The coldness of Winter not present on a weather temperature high of nine degrees
The cattle in the farmyard sheds bellowing to be fed by the farmers on silage or hay
But soon they will be out on nutritious young grass and gaining weight in April and May
Yet good to be back in Duhallow in the early weeks of the Spring
In a few weeks the grass will be growing and the nesting birds will whistle and sing
Nature's year's first flowers in the fields budding and on the sheltery ditches of every bohreen
Snowdrops, primroses and bluebells in their early bloom to be seen
I awoke far south of Duhallow in the gray dawn of a July Winter's day
Yet it was nice to be home in a dream in a place I do love far away.
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