Young birds in their nests chirp in bush, tree and hedgerow <br />Back there in the fields where Finnow waters flow <br />On towards the great Blackwater babbling it's way <br />In fancy I walk on it's green banks today. <br /> <br />The lark o'er the rushes a small speck in the sky <br />Is carolling as upwards and upwards he fly <br />Till in the gray clouds of morning he does disappear <br />Yet his beautiful music though fading I hear. <br /> <br />The countryside lush and green after recent Spring showers <br />And the old fields are decked in Nature's wildflowers <br />The air full of birdsong and the buzzing of bees <br />And cattle lying in the sunshine chewing their cuds at their ease. <br /> <br />The hawthorns are resplendent in their white blooms of the May <br />And in the leafy groves songbirds sing all the day <br />And buttercups bloom by the clear mountain rill <br />That babbles it's way down the field by the hill.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-there-in-the-fields/
