It has been some time three decades of years since my hair was dark brown
When i was younger, fitter and healthier near distant Millstreet Town
Till the wanderlust got into me on a bleak December day
I left the old fields i did love for places far away
In Claraghatlea my first home place to most i was well known
And many there then did look on me as one of their own
But the wanderlust in me for places elsewhere
For to travel a bit in the big World out there
But when i visualize the past returns to me
And i hear robin sing on a leafy birch tree
And the sweet scent of mowed meadow wafting in the breeze
On a nice sunny day in July of around twenty degrees
I have not seen Claraghatlea for almost twenty six years
But memories of what was no longer move me to tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem