Francis Duggan

The Singing Birds Of Annagloor - Poem by Francis Duggan

Though in material things lacking spritually never poor
And I felt joy just listening to the birds of Annagloor
Sing in the groves and hedgerows when Spring was in her prime
The happy memories with me despite the toll of time,
The singing birds of Annagloor would make for a nice song
From latter March to early June they sing from dawn till dusk all day long
And the little dark brown dipper with the breast as white as snow
On rock sang in the river rapids where the Cails waters flow
On it's journey to the Finnow by many a hedgerow
Through grassy fields and rushy meadows where the shy cock pheasant crow
Even in my flights of fancy I still feel a sense of joy
At the wonderment of Nature in the heart of the schoolboy
And from the fields of Annagloor the voices come to me
Of Nature's feathered minstrel on every bush and tree.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 26, 2008

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