Visualizations

In my visualizations time seems to stand still On the bracken clad slopes of old Clara hill On a pleasant evening in early July The brown lark above me caroling in the sky Picking tiny blue whortleberries the fruits of the heath When ripe very tasty and delicious to eat Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra's green countryside As far as the eyes can see stretching far and wide From Clara overlooking the Town of Millstreet And the old rushy fields where the waterways meet I often climbed it in weather free of the gray fogs of rain And in visualizations climb it again and again In my visualizations i go back in time To when i was younger in my physical prime When the hawthorns were cloaked in their blooms of white to gray On the ditches of the fields of Claraghatlea in May In my visualizations the past comes to me And i go back in time in my memory To when i was younger and my hair was dark brown And i worked in the fields just west of Millstreet Town.