Monday, July 17, 2017

In Fancy I Can

In fancy i can hear the silver tongued rill
Babbling to the river down the fields by the hill
At the start of it's journey to the sea far away
Good memories live on as the wise one does say

In fancy i can see the male and female jackdaw to a house chimney fly
With twigs for their nest from a grove nearby
On their stick nest in chimney pipe their eggs they lay
They will have their young to feed in latter May

The memories of what was with me does remain
When the old hill is half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And the breeding frogs are croaking in the stagnant waters of the drain
The cold winds of February i feel them again

In fancy i can hear the barn owl's harsh cry
On a cold autumn night in November in a starlit sky
Memories are all we do have of the past
And the clocks on our lives ever keep ticking fast

In fancy i do get the sweet scent of hay
In the Summer meadows from here far away
And the dark barn swallows do chirp as they fly
In pursuit of flying insects in the sunny sky

Good memories of the past are mine to retain
And sometimes in fancy i visit the old fields again
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy.

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