It Will Always Be To Me Poem by Francis Duggan

Though nowadays there mine may be a stranger's face
It will always be to me my beloved homeplace
Old Claraghatlea where my life's journey began
Where from a young child I grew into a man
I grew to love Nature in fields far away
A love I retain that is with me today
I got to know some birds by their chirping or song
Their voices born of Nature one could never get wrong
On a calm Spring morning just before sunrise
I can still hear the robin when I visualize
By my old home singing on a cypress tree
Good memories of what was still living in me
The years have left me looking weary and gray
And I might seem a stranger in millstreet today.