In distance and time the past to me nowhere near
But in fancy the male red breast robin i hear
Singing in the gray of the dawn before the sun in the sky appear
In a Claraghatlea grove in the Spring of the year
Old memories of what was do not fade away
Of when the hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May
And the fields lush and green after recent Spring showers
Are looking quite resplendent in their Nature's flowers
Cattle out of wintering sheds on months of eating silage and hay
On nutritious young grass are gaining weight by the day
The scratchy song of the dipper echoes in the rill
That babbles to the river down the field by the hill
And though the past may be gone the good memories remain
When in fancy i walk in the old fields again.
Thursday, October 1, 2015
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