Kippagh In May

The dark faced lambs on the high fields around their grazing mothers play
And the cattle on lush grass chewing their cuds do lay
The hawthorns are cloaked in their white blossoms of May
And the birds they are singing in Kippagh today

The song of the cuckoo so pleasant to hear
In May in Ireland a beautiful time of the year
Dark barn swallows the nomadic speedsters of the sky
On pursuit of  flying insects chirping as they fly

Home in Kippagh for their breeding stay
In mid Fall to warmer southern climates they will wing their way
That wild creatures are attuned to Nature is obviously clear
Their natural instincts do tell them when Winter is near

Something that one does come to realize
That is is not a hard thing for to visualize
It is a fact of our existence and fact never lie
That beauty we have known of  lives in us until we die

In her nest of sticks on her green blotched  eggs a grey crow
Sits high on a tree near where the stream from Kippagh Lake does flow
That in Ballydaly grow to a larger waterway
In the greeness of Spring in Kippagh in May.