January In Annagloor - Poem by Francis Duggan
The river bank high through the old fields does flow
And the weather is cold quite cold enough to snow
And the ground in the morning with frost hoary gray
In Annagloor it is quite wintery today.
The steel cross cloaked by gray fog on old Clara hill
And the winds of mid January blow with a cold chill
And in farm sheds cattle are bellowing for silage or hay
It does seem a long wait for the Wildflowers of May.
In Annagloor it is a bleak time of year
The songs of the birds one cannot wish to hear
Still many cold weeks till the first breath of Spring
Till the white breasted dipper in the river does sing.
The windswept hedgerows and deciduous trees bare
And the cold nip of frost is in the morning air
And the bellowing cattle one only can hear
And Spring to Annagloor is not anywhere near.
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