Dippers

In the river in the field where the rushes in clusters do grow
The dark brown water bird with breast white as snow
Can be heard singing where the rapids flow
A Nature's voice from the past that i used to know
Birds then familiar to many and familiar to me
The dippers were birds i often did hear and see
In or near water for their lifetime they are known to stay
Birds only at home in a water-way
Unusual birds with a familiar scratchy song
Once heard them again one should never get wrong
In the water-ways them i often did see and hear sing
Many years ago in a far away Spring
When i visualize the past returns to me
And the dippers today sing in my memory.