Just Memories Poem by Francis Duggan

The school holidays were happy days a time of the year to enjoy
The birds sang in the leafy hedgerows and above the fields of Lisnaboy
The little brown skylark was carolling as up towards the clouds he did fly
A small speck above the green landscape the feathered minstrel of the sky.

I remember in the sunlit meadow with pikes we tossed the hay for to dry
With my uncle Dan and my aunt Mary Ellen I'll recall till the day that I die
Flitting around the hedgerows full of blossoms were many a fragile butterfly
Their beautiful colours amazing they hatched out in early July.

Just memories of times gone forever and nothing forever remain
Though often in my flights of fancy the past I do visit again
When I was beginning to learn about Nature going back some five decades ago
And of Nature I have heaps to learn and so little about her I know.

Just memories of a love I once knew long years ago and far away
In the meadow with my uncle Dan and Aunt Mary Ellen in the Summer we tossed the drying hay
The lark in the sunlit sky was carolling with lovely July in her prime
Such moments of heartfelt nostalgia have often inspired me to rhyme.