SPRING 

Spring sprouteth all in beauty

Crowned with dewy flowers,

Nests of birds are seen

In hedges pearled with showers. 

Birds are singing sweetly

In the blooming hedges;

Skylark in the heavens,

Snipe by water-edges.

The farmer turns the furrow

When sea-gulls dot the field,

Turning o’er the clammy soil,

Labouring for his yield.

Torrens Kennedy Age 12

Tullygrawley School