It Is Only In Memory

 Perhaps i will never see Clara again

Half cloaked in the grey fog that comes before rain

Or walk in the fields near the Town of Millstreet

In the green countryside to where the waterways meet

I only have memories of what used to be

Of beauty i have known of and may never more see

In most migrants the memories of first home live on

Though from there in years they have been long gone

Of faces and places the mental images i retain

And good memories of Claraghatlea today with me remain

Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy

And learning of her ways today i enjoy

Others i never do seek to impress 

And i will never be known as a financial success

But am i worse off than one i know of  a multi millionaire

Whose sad looking face tells of one burdened by care

As a financial success his community status does grow

Yet so little of Nature's ways he seems to know

He could not tell apart a currawong from a crow

Though in the ways of making money he has proof to show

Of the place i was raised in one can say far south

Of Nature every day i am learning about

In the home of emu, koala, echidna, wallaby and grey kangaroo

And long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo

It is only in memory i visit Millstreet Town

And on old streets i loved again walk up and  down

Where i was well known before my hair turned to grey

I would be a stranger to many today.