A Letter Home

I remember in December it was cold and wet and gray And I hope you keep the peat fire burning for to keep the chill away From the lounge room and the bedroom you need warmth this time of year Don't think I could live in Ireland I've got used of living here. On this the first day of Summer it's a warm and balmy day And the silver gulls are calling o'er the cliffs above the bay And butterflies of many colours flit above the sunlit flowers They make our life span seem eternal they grow old in forty hours. I recall the Irish Winter weeks of storms and cold and rain And the sleety showers of December swelled the rill and stream and drain And days before and after Christmas old Clara wore his hat of snow Far north in Millstreet in Duhallow where the Finnow waters flow. Here where the timeless Powlett river whispers downhill towards the sea And the butcherbird is piping on the sunlit wattle tree I feel happy and contented and the climate suits me fine For I love the warm weather and the beautiful sun shine. I wish you a happy Christmas and a wonderful New year And I hope your weather is not too cold it is warm over here And on this the first day of Summer there is warmth in the breeze And the sun is brightly shining it is 25 degrees.