November In Cullen

In Cullen in Duhallow where the Araglen waters flow
The cold winds of November across the old fields blow
Upon a naked beech tree a silver back hooded crow
Familiar in his harsh cawing on a day threatening to snow
Old Araglen bank high babbling through fields as old as time
That often inspired the long dead bards to story, song and rhyme
Learning about Nature as a youngster i used to enjoy
In my uncle Dan and aunt Mary's farm in Summer in Lisnaboy
Often in my visualizations the sweet scent of new mown hay
Coming from the sunlit meadows on a warm and sunny day
And dark winged barn swallows above the old fields fly
In the prime of the Summer in beautiful July
But in Cullen in Duhallow 'tis cold and damp today
Near the calendar Winter and Spring seems far away.

by Francis Duggan

Comments (5)

I really enjoyed this poem. It had great imagery and really did leave me with the sense that though they aren't matched physically they do love eachother. Makes me think it's possible in my life as well! ~Jody
Well there's an unexpected vote of confidence for the larger lady! What a honey-happy picture of mutual affection between two people, however physically mismatched! One for my collection of favourites (not online but in a Word document so that I can print it and read it without having to come to PH) . To you, Larry (may I call you so?) . Gina.
At first I thought this was going to be a ''fat-bashing'' poem.......what a wonderful suprise to read such an endearing description of this ''pleasantly plump'' woman! She just seems so loveable.......great poem Laurence! I had to read this one out loud to my family! Very funny and sweet. Sincerely, Mary
The poem a delight to read, and quite entertaining description. :)
lol The more the better to engulf him in his blessed cotton socks Laurence! I enjoyed this very much indeed. Being fatist is not my cup of tea at all. Nice one. 10 from Tai