The Lure Of Adventure

The lure of adventure took me far away
From where i would be a stranger to many today
And only the mental images i do retain
Of beauty i may never look on again

In my visualizations i hear and i see
A male pink breasted chaffinch singing on a leafy birch tree
On an evening in Spring as the sun is going down
In a field in the countryside just west of Millstreet Town

The past it has gone and the future ahead
But the now is what matter as the wise one has said
At the stroke of midnight today will have gone
And tomorrow will dawn and time keeps ticking on

The great gift of memory is such a wonderful thing
In far away groves i can hear the birds sing
And see and hear swallows chirping in the sunny Summer sky
As in pursuit of flying insects above the fields they fly

It was the yearn for adventure that lured me far south
Of the fields of the badger and the waterways of the brown trout
But good memories of what was are with me today
That have come with me from old fields far away.