In fancy i can hear the silver tongued rill
From high Claramore in view of Clara hill
Rippling to the river with a voice never still
On it's ocean bound journey it flows with a will
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The clock on our lives ever ticking away
In time it only does seem like yesterday
Since to the fields of my young years i said goodbye
On looking back the Seasons how time seems to fly
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Those who say mankind will destroy Planet Earth believe in their own lie
The Earth will live though human kind their own selves may destroy
In a thousand centuries from now the birds will sing on the trees
Though humans may have been wiped out by some incurable disease.
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The salmon are swimming upriver in the cold gray damp of the dawn
To the gravel beds of the rapids to dig out their spawning beds to spawn
November is their breeding season in the cold and wet Northern Fall
When yesterday's flood is subsiding they are answering to Nature's call.
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Though not widely known as a writer she is loving and kind
The town's leading poetess has a beautiful mind
So many poems she has written each day she writes more
The widowed grandmother of years six with three score
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If you cannot love yourself you cannot love anyone
This is what the wise woman did say to her son
And though there are many forms of love of which all are aware
Those who have love in them have love with others for to share
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Without any desire to be a great literary name
A true writer does not write for money or fame
Though they too may daydream of some literary success
It is of love of writing they do write nonetheless
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Hibernia's wild shores i may never more see
Since i have left Irelandbut Ireland has not left me
Though i have not seen it for years and from there live far away
In my visualizations i visit it often sometimes every day
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The lakes and dams low in water and the countryside brown, bare and dry
And not a rain cloud in the blue and grey sky
The creeks flowing at a trickle and bone dry every drain
The bare thirsty earth it is crying out for rain
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