' By The White Streams Of Killclarke...(Rev. / Rep.)

And, the stream was long and narrow Running 'side Bragh's crooked marrow 'neath the smoked-black, wooded bark Through the dark woods of Killclarke And for Twilights scarlet face We asked breeze to find its' place Off the windbreaks and shadows Silhouettes of nesting sparrows Wings juxtaposed, flanked in ''V Breaking flank in serpentine Chasing chimes from Bridget's Church To the goldenrod 'neath the birch 'Bove our heads windpipes in whistle Stroking prickled flowered thistles Painting colours, shades of green An Artist's perfect twilight scheme And, could life yet get any better Then with you, and me together Sharing love in the wooded dark By the White Streams of Killclarke FjR-MMXVI