Limavady Poem by Liam ó Comáin

I sometimes wonder should I cease
Returning to the place of my birth
For too many I knew are dead or
Scattered throughout other lands.

The old neighbourhood looks strange
And a new avenue stands near
Where the Circus Field was
The Marsh Field is covered with
Buildings and other old haunts are
Beyond recognition.

Even the river looks different
And as for the woods a country park
Brings negatives.

Old remembered customs are no more
And the faces are strange
Even the elderly appear to be strangers
But I do recognise a family or two in
The faces of the young.

To re- experience my youth even for one
Day would be a joy but I cannot allow it
To replace the joy of my present although
I look back in fondness to Limavady then.