The Skylark Above Coolikerane Bog Poem by Francis Duggan

The skylark above Coolikerane bog is carolling as upwards he does fly
And the beautiful pipe of the curlew can be heard in the calm evening sky
And the swallows in their pursuit of flying insects are back home from Lands far away
They must travel a million miles or more in their lifetime since they do fly for hours every day
And the woodcock is back on the high ground in the wooded land by Clara Hill
And the buttercups bloom in their millions on the grassy bank of the rill
That babbles on down from the high ground through grassy fields by ditch and hedgerow
To join and swell the waters of the river that to the great ocean does flow
The years may well be telling on us but the memories with us do remain
Of places that once were familiar and in fancy we walk in the old fields again
When Summer is in the green Country and birds sing on the leafy trees
And cattle content in lush pasture sit and chew their cuds at their ease.
'Tis not very hard to imagine far easier than some realize
And the old fields from me not far distant I walk them when I visualize.