I come from the place of the great grey backed crow <br />Far north of this Land where Finnow waters flow <br />Under the bridge by Millstreet Town on the road to Rathmore <br />On to the Blackwater to the Atlantic shore <br />In my flights of fancy I watch the lark fly <br />Up from a clump of rushes to carol in the sky <br />And the song of the robin is a joy to hear <br />He does sing his finest in the Spring of the year <br />When the bluebells are blooming on the ditch of the bohreen <br />And wildflowers everywhere in the fields to be seen <br />I live in the Land of the wombat and roo <br />Rosella, kookaburra, emu and cockatoo <br />But memories of the Homeplace with me do remain <br />And in fancy I walk in the old fields again.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-come-from-the-place-of-the-great-grey-backed-crow/
