The Past I Revisit Poem by Francis Duggan

I've penned heaps of stuff on that old mountain rill
That babbles through Claramore by Clara hill
And through old fields and by hedgerows it winds it's way down
Through Claraghatlea a mile west of Millstreet Town
In fancy the song of the robin I hear
He sings in an old grove so far north of here
The water is gurgling in the flooded drain
And the trees they are soughing in the wind and the rain
I've penned so much stuff on old fields far away
Looking resplendent in their wildflowers of the May
Old places I knew before I ventured south
Yet there is so much more for to write about
yet memories of what once was with me remain
And the past I revisit again and again.