It Is Only The Memories

It is only the memories today i retain
Of Clara half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And brown leaves of deciduous trees to the grass drifting down
In the green countryside westwards of Millstreet Town

So many beautiful places i have lived in and seen
But thoughts of my first home-place remains in me evergreen
Though from there in distance i live far away
And i have not been physically to there for many a day

In my visualizations i can hear the rill
Babbling to the river down the fields by the hill
When a robin is singing in the twilight gray
In the calm before dark on an evening in May

In a clear pool of Finnow the white river slowly swimming about
Basking in the Summer sunshine the dappled brown trout
A sight of natural beauty for to behold
Visual memories that never does seem to grow old

It is only in memory i visit Millstreet Town
And on familiar old streets do walk up and down
Some of those that i knew there with the deceased lay
And some like me showing the wear of time's decay

The past just a memory of what used to be
And the future to all of us a mystery
And though my thoughts often stray to the long ago
That the now is all that matters happens to be so.