School: Cros-Bhóthar (roll number 14688)
- Location:
- Pollacorragune, Co. Galway
- Teacher: Seán Ó Maoláin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0039, Page 0006
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- Signs of Rain
The hollow winds begin to blow.
The clouds look black, the glass is low.
The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep
And spiders from their cobwebs creep.
Last night the sun went pale to bed.
The moon in hollows hid her head
The boding shepherd heaves a sigh
To see a rainbow span the sky
The walls are damp the ditches smell
Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernell
Hark how the chairs and tables crack
Old Betty's joints are 'on the rack'.
Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry
The distant hills are looking nigh.
How restless are the snorting swine
The busy flies disturb the kine
Low o'er the grass the swallow wings
The cricket too, how sharp he sings
Puss on the hearth with velvet paws
Sits, wiping o'er his whisker jaws
Through the clear stream the fishes rise
And nimbly catch the uncautious flies
The glow-worms numerous and bright
Illumed the dewry-dell last night
At dusk the squalid toad was seen
Hopping and crawling o'er the green.(continues on next page)
