A Memory Of The Old Glasheen Rill Poem by Francis Duggan

The elvers in the clear pool of the old Glasheen rill
How often I watched them from the little bridge near the Town by Clara hill
The rill that marks the border between Inchaleigh and Claraghatlea on the roadway to Rathmore
Their mothers made the long journey to give them birth from the saltwater shore
I am going back way back in time to fifty years ago
When my great love for Nature was beginning for to grow
When I was a primary School going boy before I discovered rhyme
In fifty years there's many a day and many an hour of time
From the small bridge by the roadway I marvelled at the sight
The elvers swimming in the pool in the Summer sunlight
The destiny of their life's journey born in their tiny brains
They to would travel to and from the sea via rivers, streams and drains
A memory of my childhood years of beauty that I see
The past may be forever gone but the memories stay with me.