Good memories of what was through life we retain <br />And the past we re-visit in our thoughts again <br />In Duhallow farmyards in the Fall of the year <br />The boo of the threshing machines I fancy I hear. <br /> <br />In Autumn in Duhallow on every dry day <br />The boo of the threshing machines could be heard for miles away <br />Neighbour farmers helped each other for friendship not pay <br />Those days gone forever that does seem sad to say. <br /> <br />At the introduction of the combined harvester things changed very fast <br />And the boo of the threshing machine became a thing of the past <br />But life it goes on and few things one could name <br />Through the passage of time does remain as the same. <br /> <br />Yet in nostalgic moments the past comes to me <br />And men at work around the threshing machine I see <br />And such pleasant memories are mine to enjoy <br />Of far away places when I was a boy.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boo-of-the-threshing-machines/
