By Peg Prendeville

Congratulations to John and Mary Hynes, Turraree, who became grandparents to Cillian recently. Congratulations to Cillian’s Mammy and Daddy – Ciara and Daniel also.

The Rambling House session will be in Ballyhahill this Wednesday night from 8pm with the usual great entertainment guaranteed. Donations go towards the upkeep of the Parish Hall.

I hear from a friend in Tipperary that the cuckoo has arrived! I just love to hear that news as it means we are into summer season whether we get summer weather or not. But we can look forward and hope. I take the liberty of including a poem I wrote years ago.

On a Summer’s Morning

The curlew calls way up in the sky,

The cuckoo’s song comes back in reply,

The cattle are lowing on their way to the barn;

Sounds on a summer’s morning.

The perfume of hay just recently cut,

The scent of the flowers as they open up,

The sterile fresh air as it sweeps in the dawn;

Smells on a summer’s morning.

The rustle of leaves in the pure gentle breeze,

The chirping of birds making nests in the trees,

The turf machine promises “I’ll keep you warm;”

Sounds on a summer’s morning.

The cloudless blue sky with its streamers of white

Whispers to us of its traffic all night,

The gorse all ablaze, the spray of whitethorn;

Sights on a summer’s morning.

Flower gardens resplendent in colours so bright,

Grasses all glistening from the dew of the night,

Bathed in brightness, all lovely and warm;

The world on a summer’s morning.

Heart light and airy, the world’s at peace.

With each breath of air all my worries cease,

God is in Heaven – the devil I scorn

Thoughts on a summer’s morning.