Lelia Street:
As I walked the Canal Bank
soft tears ran down my face
My mind with memories, crowded
while my legs slowed down a pace
Each house, each field, each scent
fought each other for my time
So I dwelled a little longer
and my thoughts became sublime
Names, faces and landmarks
flashed by as clear could be
So I stood alone on the bank
to let it all come back to me
On Lelia Street , on summer days
round lunch time I recall
Those hurlers came outside their doors
The "Sliothar" was their ball
With hurley sticks held tightly
they were set to play their game
And flashed their skills so brilliantly
you remembered every name
No need to mention who they were
'cause names bring back the tears
Of friends so dear that have passed on
it's the agony of the years
So back I walk the Canal Bank
heading to the rented car
On the Boreen to the Dublin Road
and the historic A-1 Bar
Close to fifty years have passed
since I was born close by
On Lelia Street, and the tears begin
where I grew up as a boy
M.C.D
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