Fond thoughts to my mind always seem to be near
The song of the robin i fancy i hear
In March when the first flowers of Spring do appear
In old fields in sky miles a long way north of here
The weather still chilly though milder days ahead
And the cattle fresh out of their wintering shed
Enjoy the young grass a welcome change from living on silage and hay
On nourishing grass they gain weight by the day
In bare fields by the hill young lambs around their mothers play
Youth does have it's fling as some are known to say
And swallows will soon be back from wintering grounds far away
To breed and chase flying insects above home fields every day
Brown flood waters flowing in the roadside drain
And darkening clouds tell of imminent rain.
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