I Often Think Of Claraghatlea

I often think of Claraghatlea just west of Millstreet Town Where i lived many years ago when my hair was dark brown Till the yearn of wander woke in me and lured me far away From the countryside in view of Clara Hill where i feel at home today The Moyne Shire in south west Victoria in distance is far south Of the fields of the badger, jackdaw and rook and the waterways of the brown trout I would be a stranger to many today in the Town of Millstreet And perhaps i will never again walk in the fields where the rivers do meet Near mid Winter in the Moyne Shire on the first week of July The sun is not out today hidden in the gray clouds of the sky Yet the warbling of the magpies so pleasant for to hear The birds that sing in all Seasons and every day of the year But i often think of Claraghatlea north of here and far away Where i lived many years ago and first looked on the lamp of day.