The Familiar Song Of The Blackbird

The familiar song of the blackbird take me to places far away
To woods by the northern mountains in April and in May
When buttercups are in full bloom by the silver tongued rill
That babbles to the river down the high field by the hill
Of the past that has gone to the forever only memories do remain
And often in my flights of fancy i walk in old fields again
Surrounded by Nature's greenery on a balmy day in Spring
Such pleasant memories that come to me when i hear a blackbird sing
On a rock in the river rapids in a field close to the town
The snowy breasted dark brown dipper sings his head bobbing up and down
For as long as we retain the gift of memory such memories with us stay
Until we breathe our last breath of life on some future night or day
The familiar song of the blackbird take me way back in time
Such memories that will long outlive this easy to write rhyme.