Coolikerane On A Night In June

In the nearby farmyard I hear a barking dog
And a male snipe is drumming o'er Coolikerane bog
And the cry of the hunting fox in the rushes near
To the moonlit bog road a night voice one often does hear
The harsh scream of the barn owl in the small creatures instill fear
On a mild night in June in the Summer of the year
The bog and surrounding fields lit by moonlight
When Coolikerane belong to the creatures of the night
Of Nature's natural beauty so much to admire
Such a tranquil scene a poet would inspire
In an hour of quiet reflection to write
A poem for others to read and enjoy and recite
Away from the big town and the traffic noise
Such beauty is not hard for to visualize