My Past Follows Me

I will never be free of the what used to be Wherever i go to my past follows me It has followed me from old fields far away I am one who thinks of the past every day The song of the chaffinch i fancy i hear He sings in a grove to my thoughts ever near A pink breasted songster in his physical prime Old memories remain and take me back in time My wonder of Nature only seems to grow Though little about her i can claim to know I first grew to love her far north as a boy And learning of her ways today i enjoy The white breasted birds of backs of dark brown Are singing in the waterways to the west of the town Fond memories of the water birds dippers with me does remain Often in fancy i hear and i see them again Good memories of what was are with me to stay And my thoughts often go to places far away But we can only live in the now as the wise one does say And tomorrow the past it will be today.