Wednesday, January 5, 2022

The Past As A Memory

The past as a memory is all that remain
Perhaps i will never climb Clara again
Or walk in the fields to where the waterways meet
In the green countryside near the Town of Millstreet
where i grew to love Nature as a young boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
In this often sunny place in this Land far south
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
So little of Nature's ways i can claim of to know
But my wonderment of her it only does grow
Her wonders are many and her secerets not few
And every day of her we learn something new
Yes of Nature we learn something new every day
We never stop learning in truth one can say.

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