I May Never Climb Clara Mountain Again Poem by Francis Duggan

I may never climb Clara Mountain again
On a day that is clear of the gray fogs of rain
Or on a Summer twilight hear the soft lowing of a cow
In a rushy field by the River Finnow
I can only visualize beautiful sounds and sights i have heard and seen
In Spring bluebells, snowdrops and primroses on a ditch of a bohreen
And the dark brown river birds dippers of breasts white as snow
By their distinctive high pitched songs them i did know
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
We learn from Nature and life every day
We do never stop learning as the wise one does say
And though i may never climb Clara Mountain again
Fond memories of what was in me does remain.