The Past

Wherever i go to my past comes along In fancy i can hear the robin on song In a leafy grove from here far away When the hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May And the old fields lush and green from recent Spring showers Are looking resplendent in Nature's own flowers And cattle out of wintering sheds on months of silage and hay On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day I retain mental pictures of beauty i have seen Like bluebells in bloom on the ditch of bohreen Or the dark barn swallows chirping as they fly In pursuit of flying insects across the gray sky The past followed me from the fields far away When i visualize it is with me today.