The cattle in farm sheds are bellowing for silage or hay <br />By northern hills in the cold gray dawn of the day <br />And frost in the fields by the ditch and hedgerow <br />In weather quite cold quite cold enough for to snow. <br /> <br />In bare fields the chirps of the migrant redwings one does hear <br />They fly to breed to their northern home when the Spring days are near <br />In late January seven weeks from the Northern Spring <br />The hungry birds never in mood for to sing <br /> <br />And Spring in the North is a lovely time of year <br />When the grass grows and billions of flowers in the old fields appear. <br />And the swallows back home to breed from warm Lands far <br />away <br />When the hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-northern-hills/
