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On Clara In July

I retain the mental images of evenings in July
When the brown larks above Clara Mountain did fly
Fading musical specks in the gray of the sky
I only have memories of Summers gone by

When the whortleberries the tiny blue fruits of the heather were ripe for to eat
Well worth the uphill climb to enjoy the natural treat
That in the taste buds of the mouth did taste oh so sweet
On the old hill overlooking the Town of Millstreet

As long as we retain the precious gift of memory the good memories last
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Thursday, December 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: july
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