To the end of my life's journey not that far to go
Time is ticking on and becoming my foe
More than three decades have pssed since i was in my life's prime
And that is going back many Seasons in time
Far north of here i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
From her we do learn new things every day
We never stop learning as some like to say
I was raised in the home of the silver back crow
Where Finnow from Gneeves to the Blackwater flow
Down from the high country it babbles it's way
Though the old fields of Millstreet by night and by day
And only the memories i have to retain
Of something for me that was but may not be again.
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