In Mountleader Poem by Francis Duggan

Bare trees of December are soughing in the wind far north in Mountleader tonight
And countless stars shine in the wintery sky and the old fields pale in the moonlight
And the fox's wild cry not hard to recognize in a high field in Carriglea height
The cattle in sheds for the cold Winter months and the old fields seem empty and quiet,
In bare woods of Mountleader at this time of the year few birds bother to chirp and sing
Some old birds the cold Winter may not survive and many have lived their last Spring
The redwings are back on their wintering grounds their northern woods covered in snow
They will fly back home for to breed in the Spring far from where the old Finnow flow
Through the fields near Millstreet from here far away even as the crow does fly
My first lessons on Nature I learned in those fields when I was a young school going boy
And though little of Nature's ways I do seem to know the wonders of her I enjoy
At our Earth Mother's beauty I still feel amazed as a child does with his Christmas toy
And bare trees of December are soughing in the wind in Mountleader far north of here
And the old fields are wet and few birds chirp and sing in Duhallow at this time of the year.