Where The Cails Water Flow Poem by Francis Duggan

In her ground nest among the rank rushes from sight well hidden away
The mottled brown pheasant on her clutch of olive eggs lay
And the dark brown water bird dipper with breast white as snow
Sings on a low branch above the river where the Cails water flow
The sweet scent of grass mowed for silage or hay
Is wafting in the breeze of a sunny July day
The weather is pleasant over twenty degrees
And white butterflies are seemingly dancing in the breeze
With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly
The swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky
And wherever you turn to look Nature's beauty you see
Something that for to view is monetary free
And in the still of the evening the cawing of a gray crow
Can be heard in the fields where the Cails water flow.