When A Claraghatlea Fellow

We are all of the leaves of the one family tree But with this way of thinking many may disagree Does an Aussie on paper make an Aussie of me When a Claraghatlea fellow is all i can be? A Claraghatlea fellow just west of Millstreet Town Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown A long way from here even as the migratory bird does fly In distance perhaps twelve thousand miles of sky The wanderlust in me there i did not stay And there to many i might be a stranger today In the old fields i loved in my years as a boy Learning of Nature's ways to me a source of joy Where i often did daydream of fortune and fame That mine would become a great literary name But daydreams are just that and seldom come true And from life we receive what from life is our due Time has brought change with it to the Town by Clara Hill But time does not change the sound of the babble of the rill That flows down the gravel from the heights of Claramore Through Claraghatlea to the rivers to the Atlantic shore The place where i lived when i was in my prime My ageing bones now feeling the wear of time Does an Aussie on paper make an Aussie of me When a Claraghatlea fellow is all i can be?