A Long Way From
A long way from the Town of Millstreet and ancient Clara hill
And from Claraghatlea north and the old babbling rill
That flows down to the river that journeys to the sea
There is no time span on Nature as there is on you and me.
I live in the far Southlands far south of my Homeland shore
Far south of Inchaleigh and Annagloor, Dereen and Claramore,
Old memories of the Homeplace now like a fading dream
But in fancy I can hear the dipper singing in the stream
That flows by ditches and by hedgerows and through old fields night and day
On through the flatter Countryside it slowly winds it's way
Talking of Nature's wonders one never could grow tired
Such scenes of pastoral beauty the poets have inspired.
A long way from the old grove where as children we did play
But nothing lasts forever or so 'twould seem that way,
But the present is what matter since the past is forever gone
And I am getting older and and time is ticking on.
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