Often In My Wild Flights Of Fancy Comments
Perhaps those old fields would not have changed since I left them two decades ago
In Annagloor, Claraghatlea and Liscreagh where the Cails from Kippagh mountain flow
On it's way to the Finnow en route to the Blackwater flowing bank high swollen by heavy rain
Often in my wild flights of fancy I visit familiar places again.
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Hauntingly beautiful poem in both imagery and rhyme. I have added it to my list of favorites.10++
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8/16/2025 12:44:56 PM # 1.0.0
The beautiful song of the robin the babble of the mountain rill That winds it's way down to the river from it's home at the foot of the hill Such things are not hard to imagine though in miles from me far away When last I heard the dipper singing it only seems like yesterday. falling in love with the nature of the familiar. memories that are sweet linger in the soul. thank you very much dear poet. tony