The Old Fields I Loved

The old fields i loved in my memory remain And though physically i may never walk on them again The visual memories of them i do retain In Spring green and resplendent in their wildflowers after recent rain We all have our memories good and bad of the past Though the good memories are those we hope with us does last Till the life's reaper on our lives has the final say And for me in time such a moment cannot be far away And though the past as is said in the forever gone Good memories of what was in me does live on In the fields where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy And learning of her ways today i enjoy. In the green coastal countryside of Illowa near the City of Warrnambool Far south of Millstreet Town in Duhallow where i went to Primary School The fields of the badger and the waterways of the brown trout Are living in me in this land of the south The beautiful song that the blackbird does sing Does carry me off to a far away Spring And though what has been in the forever gone In the mental images it does live on.