For As Long As I Live Poem by Francis Duggan

For as long as i live a memory to enjoy
Of Summers long ago in distant Lisnaboy
Above the old fields the dark swallows did fly
And the meadows scented sweet of the freshly mowed hay of July
I may be aging but my memories young remain
And in my flights of fancy i visit again
Old places embedded in my memory
Not hard to visualize the what used to be
The buzzing of the wild honeybees taking nectar from the flowers
That bloomed in the fields after the recent showers
The gift of memory is such a wonderful thing
In my mind i can hear the birds of song sing
In the leafy groves of Lisnaboy from here far away
When the Summer meadows scented sweetly of hay.