It Has Been Awhile Since I Saw Clara Hill Poem by Francis Duggan

It has been awhile since i saw Clara Hill
Or heard the babbling voice of the silver tongued rill
Flowing through Claraghatlea from high Claramore
To the waterways flowings to the Atlantic Shore

It has been awhile since i walked up and down
The West End and Main Street of old Millstreet Town
Perhaps there i might be a stranger today
Just one more passer by from a place far away

It has been awhile since i have heard the lowing of a cow
In a rushy field by the River Finnow
In the calm of an evening in April in Spring
When the wild born nesting birds whistle and sing

It has been awhile since i've seen rook, daw or gray crow
Or Clara in Winter in his hat of snow
And only the memories with me now remain
Of places and faces i may not see again.