Today In The Rushy Fields

Today in the rushy fields where the waterways meet In view of the hills by the Town of Millstreet The cool winds of April that tell of rain blow In the home of the badger and silver back crow Though in the leaf budding groves the nesting birds sing Thus far it has been a cool and a very wet Spring The Boggeraghs are half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain And brown storm water flowing in every field drain In the leaf budding groves the nesting birds sing Though the swallows have not yet returned for the Spring Quite soon above their home fields they will be seen to fly In pursuit of flying insects across the gray sky And the blackbird for her nest fly with moss in her bill In a leafy bush on the field by the hill.