By The Boggeraghs In February Poem by Francis Duggan

The high fields by Clara are covered in snow
And the Claramore Rill bank high does flow
In Claraghatlea in flood waters of brown
Less than two kilometers west of Millstreet Town

In the farmyard sheds cattle are bellowing for silage or hay
They always feel hungrier on a cold Winter's day
Small birds by the backdoors pecking crumsbs of swept out bread
Of them many hungry and cold days ahead

A forecast high for the day of zero degrees
A cold wind from the Boggeraghs soughing in the naked trees
Eight weeks at least until Early April in Spring
Until the wild born songbirds build their nests and sing

And the swallows back home to breed from Lands far away
In their birthplace in Duhallow for a five months stay
The wind howling loud in a sky cold and gray
The sun will not shine on the Boggeraghs today.