In My Flights Of Fancy Poem by Francis Duggan

In my flights of fancy the male pheasant crow
In the field where the rushes in clusters does grow
And the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May
On ditches and hedgerows from here far away
And the old fields lush and green from the recent Spring showers
Quite lovely to behold in their Nature's flowers
And deciduous trees in new leafy cloaks of green
And bluebells in bloom on the ditch of bohreen
And from wintering sheds cattle out on the fields from months of silage and hay
On nutritious Spring grass gaining weight by the day
Singing on a rock in the river around where babbling waters flow
The dark brown water bird dipper with breast white as snow
And nesting birds singing in grove and on hedgerow
When the cool winds of May from the mountains do blow.