Good Memories A Lifetime

Good memories a lifetime in us does remain
With Pudsy the dog i hunt in Matty Owens bog again
Old Pudsy the sturdy cattle dog of hair dark and brown
One who feared no other dog near Millstreet Town

Pudsy passed from life many decades ago
And time that rusts iron has become my foe
I am ageing far south of Claraghatlea where i lived as a boy
Where my first lessons of Nature i did enjoy

Spring in Claraghatlea was such a nice time of year
The song of the curlew so pleasant to hear
On the grey of the twilight just after sundown
In the rushy boglands just west of Millstreet Town

And with wings and tail above his breeding ground
The territorial male snipe as he flew around
Performed his memorable drumming territorial sort of sound
In the silence under the dark sky that seemed so profound

In Reality i will never hunt with Pudsy again
Or in early Spring hear the breeding frogs croaking in the waterlogged drain
Only good memories of the past today i retain
That until i draw my last breath in me will remain.