It is a nice day near the Town of Millstreet
In the old rushy fields where the waterways meet
The dark gray faced rooks cawing on the tall beech trees
On a warm and sunny afternoon of around twenty three degrees
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Fine, nostalgic reflection, Francis. I particularly like the line: In the old rushy fields where the waterways meet. It flows like the meeting rivers and is lush with sound.