Where i was born and raised and lived in my life's prime
And grew to love Nature and penned my first rhyme
Claraghatlea now from me now seems far away
The old fields i have not seen for many a day
Yet often in fancy i do hear the male robin sing
On a leafy silver birch tree in the prime of the Spring
When the hawthorns are in their blooms of white to gray
And the fields lush and green wear their flowers of the May
And the cattle out of wintering sheds of eating silage and hay
On nutritious grass gaining weight by the day
Such beautiful memories with me does remain
That in fancy i often do visit again
But the now is all that does matter and the past it has gone
And life all around me as usual goes on.
Friday, October 4, 2013
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