it seems
like a lifetime
and 
in a way 
it is
since I walked along
these gentle banks
as riffle raffle
waters flow
bog brown
o'er banks and
braids of stream
where heron waits
and stalks
along with
neck and 
piercing beak
alert
tense waiting
trout escaping
down from 
Glenasmole
t'wards the sea
they may not 
see
though years few
'twixt me and you
a lifetime seems
as in my dreams
to slip me by
walking beside 
these narrow banks
of elder
horslip
nettle bound
almost each day
I walked by you
the river that
carries hopes
and dreams
down to the 
Liffey shore
perhaps
when winter comes
and frost and ice
bedeck thy banks
hunting for
the wren
I'll come
just one last time
yes
one 
last 
time