<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558908" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In June In Old Liscreagh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a lush damp meadow in Liscreagh<br>In a rushy clump the brown hare lay<br>From predators well hid away<br>He doze and sleep for most of the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And at twilight he ventures out<br>For to graze in the pasture fields about<br>And under the starry cloak of night<br>He eats his fill in peace and quiet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's early Summer in Liscreagh<br>And badger and her cubs in the twilight gray<br>Through fields and meadows amble slow<br>And dig for grubs and earth worms by hedgerow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after early morning showers<br>The old fields in their Summer flowers<br>In the noon sunshine look fresh and green<br>And Nature at her best is seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And meadows mown for silage and hay<br>Scent sweetly in June in old Liscreagh<br>And dark winged swallows in the sky<br>All day long chirping as they fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And butterflies as white as snow<br>From tree to hedge flit to and fro<br>And in leafy grove the chaffinch sing<br>In his own territory he's king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Coolikerane bog across the way<br>The curlew's flute heard in Liscreagh<br>And robin pipes his lively tune<br>In Summer's early days in June.</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=558908" data-title="In June In Old Liscreagh de Francis Duggan" data-description="In a lush damp meadow in Liscreagh In a rushy clump the brown hare lay From predators well hid away He doze and sleep for most of the day. And at twilight he ventures out For to graze in the pasture fields about And under the starry cloak of nigh..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black