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.