Despite many years of absence the memories remain
Of a place i have known that i may not see again
Where in fancy i can hear the silver tongued rill
Babbling to the river down the field by the hill
And in the ocean bound river by the far away town
The dipper does sing as the sun is going down
The white breasted water bird with uppers of dark brown
To be different from others his claim to renown
The far away town i have not seen for years
Though for my memories of it i am drained of all tears
Many that i knew there are now living elsewhere
They followed the lure of the big world out there
And others i knew in eternal rest lay
In the cemetery by the hill in the town far away
And time does tick on it becomes everyone's foe
And to the far away place the seasons come and go.
Friday, October 14, 2011
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