The Song Of The Dipper

Though the river he sings in not anywhere near
In fancy the song of the dipper i do hear
On a rock in the rapids he sings as he bobs up and down
In the river that flows in the fields by the town
The dark brown water bird with breast as white as snow
Going back many Seasons of his kind i did know
But only the memories now with me remain
Of birds i may never hear or  see again
Elusive in their ways and shy of human kind
Their nests near the river never easy to find
Born to live in the river till the day they do die
To say i know all about them would be telling a lie
And though the river he sings in from here far away
The song of the dipper is with me today.