Above The Rushy Fields Poem by Francis Duggan

Near Liscreagh just west of the Town of Millstreet
O'er the rushy fields where the rivers do meet
The skylark is caroling in the gloaming gray
Unseen in the darkening clouds in the fading light of day
A voice of the clouds that one cannot get wrong
The skylark a bird familiar in his song
A voice i first heard as a very young boy
Fond memories do bring me moments of great joy
On a Summer evening the lowing of a cow
In a rushy field by the River Finnow
The past may be gone but the memories remain
And often in fancy i visit the old fields again
And the skylark is singing in the twilight gray
Above the rushy fields from here far away.