<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Con The Master</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The meadows smelt of rotting hay for the farmers a disaster<br>But 'we will live to see the Spring' I'm quoting Con the Master<br>He scratched his gray head whilst looking towards the hill saying what's the point in complaining<br>The clouds o'er Clara looking full again it looks like raining.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Con had predicted we see the Spring and when Winter days were over<br>the milk cows thin going out on grass gained weight on the lush clover<br>And the cuckoo's voice was heard again and home again the swallow<br>And birds were singing all day long on the hedgerows of Duhallow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the slopes of Clara hill the gray fog cloaked the heather<br>But we'll live to see the Spring he said despite the rotting weather<br>And Con the Master one who knew he had lived through many a Season<br>And for all of the talk of the hard days ahead he could not see a reason.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The weather settled in mid Fall and stayed fine till December<br>And 'we will live to see the Spring' those words I still remember<br>The meadows smelt of rotting hay and the farmers were forecasting disaster<br>But all of their talk of doom and gloom did not worry Con the Master.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548938" data-title="Con The Master de Francis Duggan" data-description="The meadows smelt of rotting hay for the farmers a disaster But 'we will live to see the Spring' I'm quoting Con the Master He scratched his gray head whilst looking towards the hill saying what's the point in complaining The clouds o'er Clara loo..."></div> </div> </div>

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