The Past We Remember

The past we remember like an old favourite song
Wherever we go to with us it goes along
As long as your gift of memory with you remain
Mental pictures of what was you will retain

Like all other migrants the past lives in me
In fancy the high fields by Clara i often do see
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
Old memories of natural beauty remain as a source of joy

At the start of it's journeys to the rivers to the Atlantic shore
In Claraghatlea the old rill from high Claramore
Though in distance far to my thoughts ever near
In visualizations the sound of it's babble i often does hear

They live on in us every good memory
Of the long ago in the what used to be
You may well live far from the far away hill
But in your memory at least time seems to stand still

My journey in life has brought me far south
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
And with the clock on my life ever ticking away
To the warbling of the magpies i wake every day.