The cold winds of January from the north east does blow <br />And the weather is cold quite cold enough for to snow <br />And the hungry birds silent on the naked hedgerow <br />In the flat and rushy fields where the Blackwater flow. <br /> <br />January in Duhallow from here far away <br />In the chill of the morning the frost bound fields gray <br />In the farmyard sheds cattle bellow for silage or hay <br />Where the sun seldom shines on a January day. <br /> <br />The distinctive harsh caws of the silver backed crow <br />In the Season where grass does refuse for to grow <br />And few cars on the roadway that leads to the town <br />Near where the river flows bank high in flood waters of brown. <br /> <br />In January in Duhallow the old fields looking bare <br />With the harsh chill of Winter in the cold Morning air <br />And at least eight long weeks till the first breath of Spring <br />When Nature will bloom and her wild birds will sing.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-january-in-duhallow/
