I Am Only Reminiscing

When I was a young fellow and that's going back in time
John Twomey the master wordsmith was Duhallow's Prince of Rhyme
And the travellers in their horse drawn vans they travelled far and wide
On the main roads and the by roads of the green old countryside.

On Summer evenings in the meadows as I can well recall
I heard the corncrake calling as darkness began to fall
But the earlier cutting of the grass their nests and eggs destroyed
And their voices lost forever in the green old countryside.

Though with the passage of time few things do seem to last
I revisit my memories and I go back to the past
When I picked whortleberries on old Clara in July
And the small brown lark was carolling in the clear and sunny sky.

At least we have our memories of the things that used to be
When our young hearts filled with wonder of Nature's beauty we did see
But as we age it does seem we lose some of our inner glow
And as we lose our innocence more cynical we grow.

I am only reminiscing of times long past and gone
And though few things last forever time and life goes on
But of our long lost childhood memories we do retain
And in our flights of fancy we visit the past again.