Memories Of Millstreet Town Poem by Francis Duggan

The road from Duhallow for me not the road to renown
And worse for me I'd feel like a stranger now in Millstreet Town
Where the changes keep happening with each passing day
From the the Town by old Clara I live far away.

But I visit Millstreet almost every night
Through the medium of Hannelie O Connor's web site
But from the images from there few faces I do know
I'd feel like a stranger today where the Finnow waters flow.

From the foot of Gneeves through the fields of Millstreet
To Liscreagh where the Cails from Kippagh it does meet
And flows on to the Blackwater en route to the sea
The past may be gone but my past lives in me.

From Millstreet Town I have been too long away
And there I would feel like a stranger today
But memories of what was with me does remain
And in fancy I visit Millstreet Town again.