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In Cullen in Duhallow where the Araglen waters flow
The cold winds of November across the old fields blow
Upon a naked beech tree a silver back hooded crow
Familiar in his harsh cawing on a day threatening to snow
Old Araglen bank high babbling through fields as old as time
That often inspired the long dead bards to story, song and rhyme
Learning about Nature as a youngster i used to enjoy
In my uncle Dan and aunt Mary's farm in Summer in Lisnaboy...

Francis Duggan

It is such a beautiful morning blue sky, sunshine and a timid breeze
A low overnight of seventeen a high today of twenty five degrees
At least that is in the weather forecast and short term weather forecasts seldom get it wrong
The magpies fluting in the parkland they have such a beautiful song
The swallows above the town circling without any effort they do fly
To twist and turn to them comes so easy as they chase flying insects in the sky
How could one...

Francis Duggan

It is such a beautiful evening the songbirds do whistle and sing
The parkland green and healthy looking does wear it's wildflowers of the Spring
The sun in the blue sky is shining with a pleasant warmth in the breeze
That gently blows through the town from the ocean and make the leaves dance on the trees
A poet would write of the beauty that i see around me today
As for me for the joy that i feel at the moment i do not have the words for to say
'Tis near...

Francis Duggan

You hear him once you cannot get him wrong
The gray shrike thrush does have a lovely song
With light brown back and unders of light gray
Birds i see often though not every day
They mostly sing in the Spring of the year
And their beautiful whistling is a joy to hear
In a bowl shaped nest of bark and fibres mostly on fork of tree
The female lays her white brown spotted eggs more often than not three
Not the prettiest bird to look at most fine...

Francis Duggan

In Claraghatlea by Millstreet Town my life journey began
And there i lived my youthful years and grew into a man
And there my love for Nature as a boy began to grow
Yet the more i learn of her so little about her i know i know

When the cold winds of Winter across the fields do blow
Old Clara on the higher ground wears his white hat of snow
But April brings her greenery and nesting birds commence to sing
The workings of Mother Nature is an...

Francis Duggan