Perhaps I Never More

Perhaps i never more will hear in May the chaffinch sing

Or see the wildering flowers in bloom in the old fields in late Spring

It was the yearn to travel brought me to live far south

Of the fields of the badger and the brown hare and the waterways of the brown trout

Of where i first grew to love Nature when i was a young boy

And learning of her ways today is something i do enjoy

Of the far off bracken hills the memories do remain

And sometimes on my flights of fancy i climb on them again

And in the prime of Summer on a clear evening in July

The mottled brown lark is singing as upwards he does fly

A songster of the mountain of humans rather shy

Singing whilst ascending a musical speck in the sky

And only the memory  today i do retain

Of for me what used to be but will never be again.