The River Of Three Names Poem by Francis Duggan

Home of brown trout, wild duck, otters, moorhens and the shy and elusive water rails
The River of three names Annagloor, Kales or Cails
From it's birthplace in the high Lake of Kippagh it journeys on down
To join the Finnow just west of Millstreet Town
From the high Lake of Kippagh the old waterway
On foot i followed it's course on a sunny Summer's day
The sun on their wings as upwards they did fly
The brown larks were carolling in the blue and gray sky
With a chestnut brown tongue that is never still
Through the knee high bracken it babbles downhill
And swollen by field drains in Ballydaly into a bigger waterway grow
Where the dark brown dippers are singing the waterbirds of breasts white as snow
When i was fit and younger long before time became my foe
I followed it's course from Kippagh to Claraghatlea many decades ago.