In Ireland Today

It is hardly the sort of weather for making of hay A cloudy high of nineteen degrees in Ireland today The first of the calendar Autumn just eleven sleeps away And that the best of the Summer has gone only true to say Above the old fields chirping as they fly The dark swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky In early October they fly south to Winter in the warmer clime And they will return home to breed when Spring is in her prime Though the sun is not always shining and the sky of cloud not always clear In Ireland late August can be a nice time of year Weather-wise the best of the Summer in the forever gone And the year getting older and time ticking on In less than a fortnight from now in time not long at all It will be the first of September and the calendar Fall.