Old Memories Live In Me

Old memories live in me as a source of joy Of where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy In the fields west of Millstreet in view of Clara Hill In my memory time does seem to stand still In my visualizations i hear the nesting birds sing In the grove by my first home in the prime of the Spring When the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May Good memories live on though time does tick away Often on flights of fancy i hear the flooded rill Bank high babbling to the river down the fields by the hill When the cold winds of December are soughing in the bare trees And the weather temperatures are often at zero degrees The past it has gone and we can only live in today But old memories live in me of long ago and far away In the fields by the river where the green rushes grow The home of rook and badger and silver backed crow.