Late December In Millstreet

Through fields that the overnight frost have left gray
The old Finnow river flows bank high today
Under the river bridge it babbles on down
Through the quiet countryside west of Millstreet Town
The morning is cold close to zero degrees
And the hugry rooks caw high on the naked trees
The cattle in the farm sheds bellowing for silage or hay
The Spring from Duhallow does seem far away
The cold air it does have a wintery chill
In late December in Millstreet by old Clara Hill
The songs of the hungry birds one does not hear
In the declining hours of the very old year
The weather is cold quite cold enough for to snow
And the redwings are chirping on the bare hedgerow.

by Francis Duggan

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