I Am Of The Fields

I am of the fields where the rank rushes grow
And where the stream from the mountain to the big river flow
That flows to the bigger river to the ocean shore
In a babbling voice that is forever more
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
Of Nature we learn something new every day
We never stop learning it does seem this way
In memory i can hear the male pink breasted chaffinch sing
On a leafy birch tree in the prime of the Spring
When the hawthorns are cloaked in their blooms of white to gray
In the calm of sundown on an evening in May
I am of the fields where the badger at night
Is searching for slugs in the faint nocturnal light.