The Araglen In October

The harsh distinctive caw of the silver backed crow
Echoes in the fields where the Araglen flow
On towards the Blackwater babbling on it's way
As the rain drizzles down on an October day
The waterway that has inspired  the writers of song, story and rhyme
That is very old so very old in time
Long before the first people to the countryside now known as Duhallow arrived
The Araglen then without a name thousands of centuries had survived
On to the Blackwater to the Atlantic shore
Where it has flowed forever and will flow forever more
In the cool greyness of an October dawn
In the subsiding flood the salmon are swimming upriver to spawn
Where the waters of the Araglen to the Blackwater flow
And into a far bigger waterway grow.