I Am From The Fields Of

I am from the fields of the silver backed crow And of hedgehog whose only means of defense is to know How to roll into a tight ball it's sharp quills sticking out For dog, fox or cat who attacks it to receive a painful and a bloodied snout I am from the fields of magpie, rook and jackdaw And dark raven the big crow of the harsh and loud caw And rabbit and shy hare in it's coat of brown Who never makes it's home in the park of a town I am from the fields of the silver tongued rill That babbles to the river from the foot of the hill Home of the water bird dipper and the shy brown trout Who hides under a bank when it senses danger about I am from the fields of the badger a creature of the night Who sleeps in it's dark and deep sett in the hours of daylight Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy And learning of her ways today i enjoy I am from the fields of the male snipe who on a Spring night Can be heard in a drum like roll aerial courtship display in the moonlight Where i grew to love Nature many Seasons ago Many years before time it did become my foe.