Good memories live on and never fade away
The mental images are with me today
Of a sunny day in June in a meadow as a patch of rushes i walked by
A mottled grey female pheasant up from the rushes did fly
On the spot where she flew from her nest i found
With her ten olive eggs in it on a scrape in the ground
A thing of natural beauty that brought so much joy
And would live for his lifetime in a twelve year old boy
I did not touch her eggs and left well enough be
And my chance discovery remained a secret to me
If i told anyone i feared they might rob her nest
And to keep it to myself did seem for the best
A memory from six decades and three years ago
And to the boy of the nineteen fifties time has become the foe.
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