In Coolikerane Bog

Old memories of Nature never fade away
In Coolikerane Bog on evenings in May
The song of the curlew so flute like and clear
In the still of the evening so pleasant to hear

And as the cloak of darkness creeps across the sky
The male snipe above the darkening bogland fly
And with wings and tail makes a bleating or drumming like sound
As above his territory he flies around and around

Nature's wonders are many and her lessons are not few
And of her every day we do learn something new
But the more we learn of her the more we come to realize
That of her we know little this not a surprise

The sweet scent of the bog cotton after Spring rain
A memory of what was a lifetime to retain
A fact of our existence and fact never lie
Is that we will learn as we live until the day we will die

In Coolikeraane Bog in the fading light of day
A young boy hears a curlew on an evening in May
A memory in him that is bound to last
When in future years he thinks back on the past.