July In Duhallow

Today above the rushy fields where the waterways meet In the green countryside by the Town of Millstreet A musical speck in the gray of the sky The mottled brown skylark sings as upwards he does fly On a pleasant enough day of twenty degrees The scent of the freshly cut meadow grass wafting in the breeze Young birds are chirping in a leafy grove nearby In the prime of the Summer in the greenness of July On the hills of the Boggeraghs a natural treat Whortleberries the tiny blue fruits of the heather delicious to eat July in Duhallow a nice time of year In the woods the cooing of the wood pigeons one often does hear And the song of the dipper can be heard in the rill That babbles to the river down the fields by the hill.