The Voices Of My Daydreams

In my flights of fancy with Pudsy our brown cattle dog
I walk the  rushy meadows by Matty Owens bog
The hawthorns  cloaked in white blooms and May is in her prime
How great the gift of memory is it spans the years of time
The small brown lark is carolling as upwards he does fly
A tiny speck of music in the gray clouds of the sky
The dipper in the Finnow sings where the  rapids flow
The memories come to me of Nature's voices i used to know
And Nature is amazing in the eyes of a boy
And learning things about her even today i do enjoy
The voices of my daydreams come to me from the distant past
And nothing lasts forever and time does tick on fast
Pudsy she is long dead she was a faithful dog
In memory i walk with her in Matty Owens old bog.