In Drishane In May

Good memories as is known slow to fade away And though fading a bit the mental images stay Of Finnow the white river slowly babbling on it's way Under the bridge to the Blackwater in Drishane in May In weather not warm around nineteen degrees The rooks are cawing on their sticks nests on the tall trees The sun intermittently shines through clouds of gray And the contented cattle on lush grass at ease chewing their cuds lay The unrivaled beauty in Nature is a source of delight And the abundance of wildflowers in the old fields is a beautiful sight In Nature there is beauty for to see every day And such can be said of green Drishane in May Of what i have known of i only do write And i email my rhymes to an internet site And though there today mine may be a stranger's face I have known of Drishane as a beautiful place The migratory dark barn swallows who spend many hours in the sky In pursuit of flying insects do chirp as they fly And the voice of the cuckoo i fancy i hear A migratory nest parasite of the Spring of the year In the shallow pools of the Blackwater the wary of humans brown trout Skins gleaming in the sunshine whilst swimming about And the scratchy song of the water bird everyone seem to know The familiar dark brown dipper of breast white as snow The nesting song birds are singing on the bushes and trees And some signs of rain in the freshening breeze In the fields where the hawthorns are cloaked in flowers of white to gray Near The Town Of Millstreet In Drishane In May.