In the pond in the grove by my old home in May
And learning of Nature a thing of great joy
For one who knew little a young schoolgoing boy
And memories are all that i have to retain
Of what used to be and will not be again
Like the dark brown water bird of breast white as snow
That sang on a rock where the rill rapids did flow
A bird humans never do capture to tame
At home in the waterways dipper it's name
Mental images of such beauty a lifetime does stay
And even in old age from the memory never fade away
Yet the more we learn of Nature the more we realize
That of her we know little this not a surprise
Yet when i visualize i can see and hear them today
The dark baby moorhens in the pond by my old home in May.
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