In Fancy I Can Hear The Silver Back Crow Poem by Francis Duggan

In fancy i can hear the silver back crow
Cawing on highest branch of a beech tree near where Finnow waters flow
Through fields flat and rushy babbling on it's way
On towards the Blackwater bound for Youghal Bay
'Tis not very hard for one to visualize
In the gray of the dawn just before sunrise
The robin does sing on the sycamore tree
The memories of what was does remain with me
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
The past may be gone but the memories remain
And in fancy i walk in the old fields again
And the dipper does sing in the silver tongued rill
Flowing down to the river from the field by the hill.