Old Claraghatlea Where I Grew To A Man From A Boy Poem by Francis Duggan

In Claraghatlea the old Townland west of Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
By everyone there i was one who was known
In my first home-place then i was one of their own
But in Claraghatlea i may feel a stranger today
From there perhaps i have been too long away
Time it does bring changes as the wise one does say
All of the mentors of my younger years in eternal rest lay
But the old fields many of them had a given name
Perhaps today to me would look much the same
Old fields i did love going back decades ago
Many years before time it did become my foe
Old Claraghatlea where i grew to a man from a boy
Memories of it to me remain a source of joy.