Friday, June 3, 2011

The Fields Of My Younger Years

The fields of my younger years from me now far away
Though in fancy i do walk in them every day
Where i first grew to love Nature when i was a boy
Such wonderful memories are mine to enjoy
In June the song of the curlew in Con the Master's bog
Where i often hunted with Pudsy the dog
Old Pudsy long dead but memories of her with me remain
And in fancy she chase hares and rabbits again
The biological clock does keep ticking away
And time has left me looking older and gray
Yet in fancy i hear the soft lowing of a cow
In a far away field by the river Finnow
And in a leafy grove just west of Millstreet Town
A song thrush sings in the twilight just after sundown.

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