There i used to live when my hair was dark brown
Claraghatlea in the countryside near Millstreet Town
From where i first looked on the bright lamp of day
Time that rusts iron has me far away
The mentors of my younger years i will never more see
But i owe them for life's insights that they passed on to me
Happy with their lot they never yearned for wealth and renown
The life's knowledge they had to the young they passed down
In reality the old fields i may not walk on again
But such wonderful memories of them i retain
I knew some of them by their given name
Today as they were perhaps they would look the same
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy.
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