I hear the Finnow gurgling along <br />And robin sings his brief October song <br />And on deciduous trees leaves turning brown <br />In once green groves just out of Millstreet Town. <br /> <br />The winds of rain blow with a freshening chill <br />Across the old high fields by Clara hill <br />And skylark who sang in May, June and July <br />Up to the clouds to sing no longer fly. <br /> <br />At this time of year the flowers of Nature rare <br />Save for a few late blooming daisies here and there <br />By windswept hedgerows in the cold winds blowing <br />Where dormant grasses are no longer growing <br /> <br />A lot of rain and snow and frost between <br />Now and before birds building their nests can be seen <br />Before the golden flowers bloom by the rill <br />And Skylark sing above old Clara hill. <br /> <br />Leaves on deciduous trees are turning brown <br />And in the wind to Mother Earth drift down <br />And many bleak and cold days till the Spring <br />Before the birds their finest songs will sing.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-october-day-in-millstreet/
