Perhaps Millstreet Town I Will Never More See

Perhaps Millstreet Town I will never more see Or nearby Claraghatlea many years home to me Or see the hawthorns in their white blooms of the May When wildflowers are blooming in fields far away The song of the chaffinch I can visualize In the gray of the dawn just before sunrise In the grove by the stream that babbles along Where dark brown white breasted dipper sings his scratchy song Were I only a poet of such beauty I'd write A poem for others to enjoy and read and recite When robin does sing in the twilight of the day In my years of absence his song with me stay From places I loved in Seasons gone by Far north of this Land even as the bird fly.