Christmas In The Moyne Shire Poem by Francis Duggan

No sign of frost or snow in the Moyne Shire only the sweet scent of grass mowed for hay
The weather warm and rather humid on this December Christmas Day
The black cattle out of the sunshine chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees
Even in the shade it is warm well over thirty degrees
On Christmas Day of my younger years often snow and frost and often rain
To the bigger waterways brown flood waters flowing bank high in every drain
The southern Christmas so much different by the barby out of the sunshine
People eat their hams and sausages and enjoy their beer and wine
Very different to the Christmas as a young man i used to know
When the windswept Boggeragh Ranges wore their winter hats of snow
Christmas in this southern country is a warm time of year
Cattle in farm sheds bellowing for hay or silage is something that one does not hear
It is warm the bush flies are buzzing thirty degrees or so
Different to the Irish Christmas i remember from years ago.