My yearning for adventure did take me away
From the old rushy fields where Finnow waters flow
Home to badger and rook and silver back crow
Good memories of what was in me does remain
Of old fields i may never walk on again
In long gone years they often inspired me to rhyme
Old memories live on through the Seasons of time
And live in my memory as a source of joy
Of where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
Where to many i would be a stranger today
Since from there i have been a long time away
Though in my visualizations i often climb Clara's Hill
And time in my memory it seems to stand still.
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