The Memories Of What Was

In fancy  i see Clara in fogs of rain
And i hear the frogs croak in the watery drain
And i see Finnow bank high in flood waters of brown
Flowing bank high in the old fields close to Millstreet Town
And the hawthorns i see in their white blossoms of May
And on a birch tree the robin at gloam of day
Is singing in the gathering gloam just after sunset
A memory to cherish and never forget
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
To my friends of the past i may seem a stranger today
But from my thoughts they are never that too far away
I live in the now for the past it has gone
But the memories of what was in me linger on.