Claramore In July Poem by Francis Duggan

Far inland in miles from Hibernia's shore
Above the high fields of green old Claramore
The dark barn swallows chirping as they fly
In pursuit of flying insects across the gray sky
Yesterday it was warm and sunny and dry
But the weather seems quite changeable for July
The sun is well hidden behind clouds of gray
And the swallows flying low a sign rain's on the way
The weather temperature pleasant around twenty four degrees
And the sweet natural aroma of the mown meadow wafting in the breeze
The skylark above Clara a musical speck on the wing
His song though familiar to hear is a beautiful thing
The swallows flying low in the gray Summer sky
In high Claramore on a day in July.