Saturday, November 12, 2016

A Migrant In This Land

A migrant in this land is all i can wish to be
And time it would have made a stranger of me
Far north in Claraghatlea west of Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
Where few people would recognize me today
Perhaps from there i have been too long away
My roadways of life did lead me to elsewhere
For to try out my luck in the big World out there
Far south of Millstreet Town where i went to school
To the green coastal countryside near Warrnambool
And only the memories in me i retain
Of the old fields i may never walk on again
And friends of the past i may never more meet
In green old Duhallow and the Town of Millstreet.

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