As I Do Well Remember

Though i had known of better days i did have dreams to follow It was my yearn for adventure that lured me from Duhallow To this great southern Country of many different races Of different Countries of the World and many different places A vast Country that for it's size is not overpopulated It's first people of the Dreamtime in history celebrated Land of the wombat and kangaroo and eucalyptus, waratah and wattle Fauna and flora of the southern Land long before Europeans brought their sheep and cattle I left Duhallow years ago as i do well remember When the Boggeraghs were in their hats of snow on a cold day in December The cold wind howled in the naked trees light rain from the gray clouds falling Just a memory of the past to most not worth recalling When Nature's creatures call aloud there always is a reason In bare deserted fields the rooks were cawing for them a hungry Season The cattle in the farmyard sheds for hay or silage did bellow Old memories linger of the past in the aging migrant fellow When i left Duhallow years ago swollen streams and rivers bank high flowing And from the snow hatted Boggeragh Hills the wintry winds were blowing I left Millstreet Town on the Rosslare bus on that bleak evening in December Rain drizzling from the darkening sky as i do well remember.