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Saturday, June 21, 2008

On Talking To Denis

He is the youngest of our family
And it has been twenty years since him I last did see
But lately I spoke to him and one of his sons Richard by phone
Talking to him took me back to good times we have known.

Before he left Claraghatlea and married Eileen Brown
And went to live and to work by the far bigger Town
Our life's journey from Millstreet has us further away
But that's how it goes as some are known to say.

Younger than me by a few years and time ticking on
But the future is what matters since the past has gone
And one might say he has not changed that much at all
As the happy go lucky Denis I recall.

At Christmas in Claraghatlea we played with our toys
In the backyard of our old home when we were young boys
When old Clara mountain wore his hat of snow
Though here I am talking of a long time ago.

If not in Farnanes then maybe in Millstreet
He and I again may be destined for to meet
From old Claraghatlea my journey has taken me far
From where I live to where he live one could not drive by car.
Francis Duggan
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