“Cuckoo Song”

Cuckoo Song

© Author & Poet Tom Ryan.

Over the emerald fields of summer,
By the blackthorn bush of May,
The cuckoo wheels and dips
On this lovely summer’s day.
From afar, through blue skies travelled,
Cuckoo, hear her call
Butterflies, bees and posies,
She sings the joy of all.
Gentle harbinger of happiness
Winging over field and flower,
Cuckoo song enthralling,
Calling hour by hour.

End

Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.