Far North As The Birds Fly Poem by Francis Duggan

Far north as the birds fly from here far away
It is cold and raining in Ireland today
And often noisy jackdaw in head feathers of gray
On the leafless birch tree has nothing to say
And in the flooded river that flows by the town
The white breasted dipper one mostly dark brown
In January does not have a song to sing
In his Season of silence two months from the Spring
Here it is mid Summer the weather warm and fine
And white butterflies in the morning sunshine
Are seemingly dancing in the coastal breeze
That blow out the scent from the peppercorn trees
To flood the nostrils with Nature's delight
On a near to perfect day that is breezy and bright.