The memories with me only remain
Of the Boggeragh hills cloaked in the fogs of rain
And the breeding frogs croaking in the flooded drain
Though i may never see old Duhallow again
The years have left me looking balding and grey
And Duhallow a memory of the far away
Time leaves us older and ticks along fast
And all we retain are memories of the past
The past is a memory and the future ahead
And we live in the now as the wise one has said
It is a great gift the gift of memory
As it does take us back to the what used to be
A beautiful place old Duhallow in Spring
When the fields wear their wildflowers and the nesting birds sing
And mental images are all i have to retain
Of beauty i may never look on again.
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