Though from where i now live many sky miles away
In fancy i am in Claramore Wood today
Listening to the wild born nesting birds whistle and sing
The workings of Nature quite an amazing thing
In the home of the rook and the silver back crow
Above the old high fields cool April winds blow
A place that i loved many Seasons ago
Many years before time itself became my foe
In Spring on the slopes of Clara just before sundown
Overlooking the fields bordering Millstreet Town
The little brown lark sings as [read more …] “In Claramore Wood”