Mick Kelleher And Phil Cronin Poem by Francis Duggan

Mick Kelleher and Phil Cronin from Millstreet live far away
And in Victoria in Australia they may spend their final day
But in their flights of fancy they go back to Millstreet Town
Where Finnow from foot of Gneeves it babbles it's way down
Through the old fields by the old Town by ditch and by hedgerow
Under the bridge by the Townhill towards Blackwater it does flow
In old places once to them familiar where so many they did know
But they watched their children far from Millstreet into men and women grow
The past is now a memory in the forever gone
And the biological clock on our lives as ever ticking on
Some of the people they knew and loved with the dead forever lay
And some like them from Clara Hill do live quite far away
But still they talk of Millstreet like some are known to say
The past may be behind us but the memories with us stay.