In Claraghatlea Millstreet

In Claraghatlea Millstreet my life's journey began
And there from a boy I grew into a man
And there my love for Nature began to grow
Though little of her ways I can claim to know
I have not walked on them for many a day
The old fields in view of Clara from here far away
In Spring the bluebells bloomed on the ditch of the bohreen
And wildflowers in abundance in the fields to be seen
The chaffinch and robin I fancy I hear
And for a tiny bird the song of the wren sounds melodious and clear
And by sight or by sound one could never get wrong
The dark brown white breasted river bird dipper with the scratchy song
And though I may never walk in the old fields again
Fond memories of what was in me does remain.