Where I Grew To Love Nature

The old fields are in their wildflowers of the May
And the dipper does sing in the Finnow today
And skylark a musical speck in the sky
Is carolling as up to the grey clouds he fly
The moorhen on her young keeps a watchful eye
She calls to them if she sense danger nearby
With her they hide in the reeds till danger has passed the way
And for to come out of hiding she gives them the okay
The old fields i knew perhaps would look the same
I recall many of them by their given name
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
And today the curlew is piping above the old bog
Where i often hunted with Pudsy the dog.