An ageing migrant from the wooded far north west countryside
In more than six decades of travelling he has travelled far and wide
He has lived and worked in many Countries since he was nineteen
A lot of the World he is one who has seen
Where the capercaillie live by the spruce woods far away
On a cold morning in October he first saw light of day
For one in his eighties his memory serves him well
Of his boyhood lived close to Nature he has many great stories to tell
As a boy the big dark blue male capercaillie he often did see
Displaying on their leks it lives in his memory
With tail raised and outspread and head raised making a clicking sort of sound
In a clearing in the wood with conifers all around
The much smaller female of mottled gray
Watched as the male performed his courtship display
After mating in a scrape on the ground her pale dark dotted eggs she did lay
Good memories live on as the wise one does say
Good memories of his boyhood close to Nature in him does remain
Though the home of the conifers he may not see again
As is said of youth with anyone it does not have a long stay
Far from where the capercaillie live he is showing his years in gray.
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