It Followed Me Here Poem by Francis Duggan

It followed me here from the bogs far away
And for as long as i live in my mind bound to stay
Above the brown bog on an evening in May
The song of the curlew is with me today
Curloo curloo as the sun is going down
In the quiet of the countryside by Millstreet Town
In the still evening air the soft lowing of a cow
In a rushy field by old River Finnow
And above the bog a voice of the sky
A male snipe above his territory does fly
With his wings and tail making a fast drumming like sound
As darkness does slowly envelop the ground
And of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
The song of the curlew has followe me south.