The Memories Of What Was

Cattle on a Winter morning in farm yard sheds bellowing for silage or hay
And the empty fields covered in frost hoary gray
Of a bleak time of year the memories with me stay
Of a place by the hills in a land from here far away

But Spring always brought with her wildflowers and her many shades of green
And bluebells bloomed on the ditch of every bohreen
And the mental pictures remain with me today
Of the hawthorns cloaked in their white blooms of the May

In my many visualizations the dippers i hear
Singing in a stream to my thoughts ever near
Dark brown water birds of breasts white as snow
By sight and their scratchy song them i got to know

Where i grew to love Nature as a young boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
And of Nature we learn something new every day
We never stop learning as the wise one does say

The memories of what was today i retain
Of the mountain half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And the river bank high in flood waters of brown
Flowing in the rushy fields by the old country town

I only have memories of the what used to be
This is all of the past that does remain with me
And though old memories stay with us till the day we do die
The fact is we can only live in the now and fact never lie.