The Past Followed Me

I am from the home of the silver back crow Where River Finnow to the Blackwater flow North of this great Southern Land thousands of miles by sky Even quite far as the migratory bird does fly The memories of the past do keep following me In my flights of fancy i hear and i see The male red breast robin proclaim territory In Spring on a high branch of silver birch tree In far fields i grew to love Nature when i was a boy And learning of her ways i still do enjoy And though my wonder of her never ceases to grow So little about her i can claim to know The past followed me from old fields far away In distance far north of where i live today.