Fancy I Can Hear

In fancy I can hear the soft lowing of a cow In a darkening field by white river Finnow On a Spring evening just after sundown In the quiet countryside near Millstreet Town As the moon rises low in the sky Above the bog-land the male snipe does fly Circling his breeding territory flying around With his wings and tail he makes a drumming sound The evening air balmy with the mildness of May Good memories live on as the wise one does say The sweet scent of grass mowed for silage or hay Comes wafting to me in the breeze from a place far away Of such natural beauty a poet would write A poem for lovers of Nature for to read and recite.