Old Memories To Me

Old memories to me remain a source of joy
Of where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
The memories of the old fields in me does remain
And on my visualizations i often walk on them again
When the hawthorns are cloaked in their blossoms of pale gray
And the nesting songbirds are singing in the prime of the May
And the old fields lush and green resplendent in their Nature's flowers
That have been brought to bloom by the mild Spring showers
Such beautiful memories i have to retain
That in reality i may not see again
Where from a boy i grew into a man
And where the journey in life for me began
And where i grew to love Nature i remember today
Good old memories live a life time they do not fade away.