In Fancy I Can Hearthe Silver Tongued Rill Poem by Francis Duggan

In fancy I can hear the silver tongued rill
That flows to the river down the field by the hill
By ditches and hedgerows it babbles along
And by groves where in Springtime the birds are on song
Where mine was once known as a familiar face
I would be a stranger in my old homeplace
The biological clock on my life ticking on
And my best years long since to the forever gone
The past gone forever but the memories remain
And in fancy I walk in the old fields again
When the hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May
And the birds chirp and whistle on a pleasant Spring day
And the snowdrops in bloom white as new fallen snow
Where the silver tongued rill babbles by the hedgerow.