Back Home Again

 Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet

I walk through the fields to where the waterways meet

The hawthorns are cloaked in their blossoms of pale grey

And the wild birds are singing on an evening in May

On a green and quite beautiful time of the year

The flute of the curlew is so pleasant to hear

The large long billed brown mottled bird with the beautiful song

That once heard one is not likely again to get wrong

In a rushy field by old river Finnow

To her young calf the soft lowing of a cow

A memory to cherish and for to retain

And in the memory bank a lifetime to remain

And as the shades of twilight are darkening the sky

The male snipe above his territory does fly

And with wings and tail makes a goat like or drumming sound

As above the quiet bogland he flies around

 

Old memories awaken when we visualize

And the past is not so distant we come to realize

The old fields resplendent in their flowers so green after Spring rain

And on my flights of fancy i am back home again.