A November Dawn

Where the overnight frost have left the fields looking gray The dark rooks are cawing on bare trees far away And the shy redwings chirp on the windswept hedgerow At a time of the year when grass refuse to grow. In the cold gray chill of a November dawn The salmon are swimming upriver to spawn In the silent fields by the old country town They travel upstream as the flood is going down. The starlings in unison turn as they fly And a chilly wind blows in the wintery sky In my flights of fancy such things I do see The November mornings are living in me. The past may be gone something everyone know But the memories come with us to where-ever we go In the farmyard cattle bellowing for hay In the cold gray dawn of a November day. The past may be gone but the memories remain And in fancy we visit old places again Flood waters are gurgling in the roadside drain And the gray sky is pregnant with dark clouds of rain.