It Has Been

It has been many years since I've penned my first rhyme
Back in the early seventies more than three decades in time
And since then more than one hundred and thirty Seasons have come and have gone
And still I keep penning and life it goes on.

It has been twenty years that seems a lenghty span
And the baby born then is now a young man
Since I lived in Claraghatlea in the house by the rill
That from Claramore babbled on down the hill.

We all have it in us for to visualize
And scenes from the past I can still memorize
On wet and windy weather the flood it raged brown
Through the flat and old rushy fields by Millstreet Town.

In Spring the brown Dunnock sang in the hedgerow
His song is still with me from Seasons ago
But I was destined for to leave the home shore
And live many miles from the road to Rathmore.

And perhaps never more in the Northern Spring
In April when wildflowers are blooming and birds nest and sing
Will I hear the robin on the silver birch tree
His song it was once so familiar to me.