Silver Tongued Rill Poem by Francis Duggan

In fancy i can hear the silver tongued rill
From high Claramore in view of Clara hill
Rippling to the river with a voice never still
On it's ocean bound journey it flows with a will
In the fields of Claraghatlea where the rushes in clusters do grow
Towards the bigger waterways it ripples on slow
In a voice destined to live on forever more
At the start of it's journey to the Atlantic shore
In reality from me it may be far away
But in visualizations i hear it everyday
It ripples on today in my memory
The voice of the rill it is living in me
From high Claramore in view of Clara hill
It ripples on downland the silver tongued rill.