Above The Old Fields Where The Araglen Flow Poem by Francis Duggan

The cool winds of April from the Boggeraghs blow
Above the old fields where the Araglen flow
On towards the Blackwater it winds deep and slow
In the home of the badger and rook and gray crow
By the hedges the contented cattle out of wintering sheds chewing their cuds lay
From many months of eating silage and hay
On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day
In the prime of the Spring close to the birth of May
The weather much milder and daylight hours growing long
And the nesting birds of Nature are in the mood for song
And the fields decorated in nature's wildflowers
Looking green and resplendent after recent showers
And the hawthorns are sprouting their buds white as snow
In green old Duhallow where the Araglen flow.