At The March Horse Fair Poem by Francis Duggan

The weather it was cold and windy the rain steadily drifted down
From the gray clouds above old Duhallow on the March Horse Fair in Millstreet Town
Of the calendar Spring the first day though Winter was still in the air
The sun seldom does shine in Millstreet on March the first at the horse fair

Farmers and dealers and traveling people from Cork and Kerry with and for horses to buy and sell
The food caterers and publicans of Millstreet despite the weather did quite well
But nowadays things at the March Horse Fair are different at least that is what i am told
I do not move on with the changes i remain in the days of old

Nowadays before the Town Horse Fairs Travelers horse drawn vans parked by the crossroads one doesn't see
The changes keep happening in Ireland in the twenty first century
We live in a fast changing World where few things as were stay the same
At a place that has not undergone changes there is not one that i could name

It has been twenty four years since i was at the March Horse Fair in Millstreet Town by Clara Hill
On the last one i was at i remember the wind did blow with a cold chill
And as you might guess it was raining but the buying and the selling went on
The memories remain of what once was though the past to forever has gone.