Far Away Poem by Francis Duggan

The sweet scent of grass mowed for silage or hay
Is wafting in the breeze of a sunny June day
And dark swallows are chirping in sky blue and gray
Above sunlit meadows from her far away
A poet of such beauty surely would write
A poem for lovers of Nature's beauty to read and recite
Where white butterflies seemingly dance in the breeze
And young birds do chirp on the bushes and trees
The distinctive voice of the migratory cuckoo so pleasant to hear
In the leafy wood on a beautiful time of year
And on lush grass cattle gaining weight by the day
In the shade of the trees chewing their cuds lay
And wherever you turn to look there is beauty to see
A natural beauty that to view is free.