I Live In The South

I live in the south most of my memories are of elsewhere And though I've seen a little of the World out there Many people have travelled far more widely than me And so much in the big World there is for to see. But in my flights of fancy I go to the past Where Araglen waters are babbling on fast The dark brown white breasted dipper of the waterways sing On a pleasant evening in the prime of the Spring. The hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May And the sparrows under the house eaves build their nests of hay That they line with small feathers where their tiny eggs they lay Of Nature we learn something new every day. The swallows home to breed from warm Lands far away On the old shed rafters build their cup shaped nests of clay And above the old fields they chase flies and bees When pink blossoms are blooming on the fruit bearing trees. I visualize the old fields in their April flowers And birds in the leafy groves singing in the sunshowers I memorize only things I once used to know Though the clock on our lives never seems to tick slow.