The gray crow cawing on the birch tree at the dawning of the day <br />Where the Finnow through the green and rushy fields it slowly winds it's way <br />Towards Drishane to join with the Blackwater and into a bigger river grow <br />The river flows forever though the people come and go. <br /> <br />The old fields by the Finnow have inspired the bards to rhyme <br />They were old before the arrival of the Fir Bolg and that's going back in time <br />The people they grow old and die and are never seen again <br />And their children and their children too must go but the land ever remain. <br /> <br />The old fields by the Finnow I have not seen for years <br />Though for my fading memories I don't feel moved to tears <br />The boys and girls I went to school with like me now showing their years in gray <br />Time does not wait for anyone it ticks and ticks away. <br /> <br />The old fields by the Finnow for me a memory in decay <br />The people like the Seasons come and go but the fields and rivers stay <br />And Nature who has existed for millions of years before the birth of man <br />Is destined to live forever she does not have a time span.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-fields-by-the-finnow/
