Late Summer In Mushera

The swallows all day long in the cloudy sky
Above the high mountain fields to and fro fly
And wood pigeons birds that are timid and shy
In unison cooing in the woodland nearby
In late Summer by Mushera from here far away
The sun shines intermittently through clouds blue and gray
I worked in the wood there many years ago
Felling pine trees for a living in Winter's frost and snow
In weather far too cold and wet and windy for birds for to sing
But Nature brought beauty to Mushera in Spring
Wildflowers bloomed in the old fields and nesting birds were on song
And robin, blackbird, finch, thrush and wren sung all day long
late Summer today and in fields by Mushera Hill
In fancy I hear the babble of the rill.

by Francis Duggan

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