July By The Mountains Poem, by duggantherhymer, at My poetic side

The skylarks are singing as upwards they fly

Above the mountains of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra in Summery July

When the tiny blue fruits of the heather the bilberry are ripe for to eat

In the taste buds of the mouth they are a tasty treat

Above the high fields in the blue and grey sky

With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly

In pursuit of flying insects barn swallows at the speed of a car

Migratory birds who in their lifetimes do travel far

It has inspired the writers of song, story and rhyme

July by the mountains in the Summer's prime

On what is a beautiful and green time of year

The familiar call of the cuckoo one often does hear

In July by the ageless mountains far away

Nature is at her finest in truth one can say.

July By The Mountains