That Beautiful Memory

When I was a young Schoolboy more than five decades ago I first saw the dark brown river bird with breast as white as snow On a rock midst the stream rapids a mile west of the town I watched as he sang his head bobbed up and down. I asked an old fellow one I knew would know Who is the dark brown river bird with breast white as snow He said that's a shy bird too wild for to tame A bird of the waterways dipper it's name. A memory from long ago and far away The song of the dipper is with me today From time to time a bird I did hear and see His scratchy notes became familiar to me. The beauty of Nature a thing to enjoy I watched as he sang with the wonderment of a boy The sky overcast it was threatening to rain That beautiful memory with me does remain.