I Have Never Been To Utopia

I have never been to utopia far away from earthly hell But of life stories like all others i have many for to tell Of the good and not so good times i have met along life's way And each dawning i do wake to brings me nearer to my last day I can tell about the skylarks singing over Clara hill And the ever pleasant ripple in the old fields of the rill When the nesting birds are singing in the twilight calm and gray And the air sweet with the scent of blossom in the balmy month of May Mostly good memories of Nature i like to relate to and retain Like the song of the rufous whistler in the thunder and the rain Loud noise does wake the song in him and compels him for to sing Of Nature's many wonders just one more amazing thing Like billions of other people good and bad days i have known But only the happy memories we do cherish as our own My best memories are of Nature though her secrets not in the few Every day from her i learn something marvelous and new I have never climbed Mt Everest or competed for Olympic gold And in book form the story of my life will not be told I am one who does love Nature and enjoys writing rhyme And one the years have left their mark on and is running out of time.