When i recall old memories one memory i enjoy <br />My Summer days with Dan and Mary in green old Lisnaboy <br />The sweet scent of the meadows in June and in July <br />On sunny and windy weather when the sun shone in the sky <br />With pikes we lifted the hay from the rows and shook it out to dry <br />Whilst to feed their young the parent birds to and from the hedge did fly, <br />In the burial ground by Cullen church Dan and Mary now lay <br />And the Lisnaboy that i did know is a changed place today <br />The boy back then is now an ageing man and showing his years in gray <br />But nothing ever stays the same as some are known to say <br />One cannot turn back the hands of time but one can visualize <br />And in fancy one can hear the birds sing in Summer at sunrise <br />And above the rushy fields of Lisnaboy the skylark upwards fly <br />And his pleasant music echoes in the early morning sky.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-recall-old-memories/
