Where I Was Known To Many

Where i was known to many when my hair was dark brown
Today i may not recognize many in old Millstreet town
And i might not recognize many in Claraghatlea in view of Clara Hill
But i surely would recognize the Claramore Rill
That begins it's long journey to the Atlantic Shore
On a steep field at the foot of green Claramore
The rill that inspired song and story and rhyme
Would not have changed any with the passing of time
And the old fields of Claraghatlea to me would look much the same
Many of them i remember by their given name
And the song of the dipper i would recognize
Amidst the babbling waters just after sunrise
Us humans age quickly beyond our physical prime
But few things in Nature change much over time.