I Was Of The Fields

 I was of the fields of the silver backed crow

Where Finnow the white river to the Blackwater flow

I left that old countryside many Seasons ago

And since time that ages has become my foe

When i was far younger in my physical prime

Those old fields i loved first inspired me to rhyme

But in reality those days are of the long past

And memories of what was are all that does last

Of my walks through the fields to where the waterways meet

In the green countryside near the Town of Millstreet

The good memories only last of the what used to be

And memories are quite different to reality

When people ask me where i come from i say

A place that from here in distance is far away

Claraghatlea where on Clara Hill ever looks down

Less than two kilometres west of Millstreet Town

Today i am ageing in this place far south

Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout

In the home of echidna, koala and roo

And white long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo.