I Have Outgrown Nostalgia

I have outgrown nostalgia for my first home place from here far away For Claraghatlea in view of Clara where i lived for many a day For Millstreet and Millstreet Town where i was well known Many there nowadays would not see me as one of their own It has been almost twenty six years since i have seen Clara Hill And heard the dipper sing in the babbling rill That flows from the high fields of green Claramore To the waterways bound for the Atlantic Shore A migrant in this Land to most i would be And absence would have made a stranger of me To many in that old green countryside by Millstreet Town Where i had my young daydreams of literary renown But daydreams are just that and seldom come true And it is said we receive from life what is only our due Perhaps in this great southern Country my last remains will lay Far south of where i first looked on the bright lamp of day.