Of Faraway Beauty

The beautiful cock pheasants can be heard to crow
Today in the fields where the rushes do grow
Where the lark a musical speck in the gray of the sky
Is singing as upwards to the clouds he does fly
Good memories die hard as the wise one does say
In fancy i walk in the old fields today
A chaffinch is singing on a leafy birch tree
And Nature in her green beauty is all around me
On nutritious grass gaining weight by the day
The contented cattle chewing their cuds do lay
And the dark brown white breasted river bird with the scratchy song
The dipper once seen and once heard one never again does get wrong
The mental images in me does remain evergreen
Of faraway beauty in June i have seen.