By the last rays of the winter sun
I seem to smell the signs of Spring.
Those ewes we'd bring
Into the shelter of this lofty barn:
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I can see afar those flowing fields
Sloping down from old stone walls
To that deep and embedded dip-
Cupping the presence of the pond
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The best weather people in all of the world
wouldn't predict a scene with such a sheen
on calm sea waters mirroring the clear sky
with bright banks of fluffy clouds behind,
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Sonny O'Dee, our master's mate,
Closed the gate and lifted the latch
Of the door painted in national green
After he tied up his jennet outside.
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This year's maize turns green to yellow,
Ripening by the hour in Healy's fields:
Corn with a continental look,
Growing near the grotto in Killocrim;
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Father of a boy and girl
busy in the playground
down in the town park,
launching them high up
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I had a dream last night
of children - little fugitives,
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We returned from school by his boreen
And we stopped off for a while to chat;
He had a big grey dog good at barking,
An idle easy going donkey; never a cat;
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Spring left her golden cloak behind her,
It's suspended in the branches of a tree
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