Nostalgia For What Was

The lust of the wander took me far away
From where i first looked on the bright lamp of day
Yet nostalgia for what was in me does remain
And in fancy i walk in the old fields again

As a young man i daydreamed i would be a poet
A person well worthy of literary note
But daydreams are just that and seldom come true
And from life we receive what is only our due

In far away fields when i was a young boy
Learning about Nature i used to enjoy
My wonder of the Natural World did grow
Yet of Nature so little i can claim to know

I may never again see the wildflowers of May
Bloom in the old fields from here far away
But in my flights of fancy the chaffinch does sing
On a leafy birch tree in the prime of the Spring.