The Past Goes With

Wherever i go to my past goes with me In my mental images the old fields i do see The fields i remember with fondness today From my mind they have never been far away The memories of long gone Springs with me does stay Of those old fields resplendent in their wildflowers of May I retain the marvelous memories of Nature's beauty i have seen Like the bluebells in bloom on the ditch of bohreen The past may be gone but the memories remain And on my flights of fancy i go home again In the fields where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy And learning of her ways today i enjoy And the great gift of memory is a marvelous thing It does carry me to a far away Spring.