Good memories of what was i only retain
In fancy i walk in the old fields again
When the mild breeze of Spring from the mountain is blowing
And among the rank rushes the male pheasant is crowing
Such beauty comes to me when i visualize
Scents and sights and sounds of Nature that to pleasure gives rise
Of where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
Such memories that are always a source of joy
Such beautiful sights i revisit today
The hawthorns cloaked in their white blooms of May
Out of wintering sheds from months of eating silage and hay
The contented cattle on lush grass chewing their cuds do lay
Bluebells, primroses and snowdrops on the ditch of every bohreen
And deciduous trees looking leafy and green
The fields looking resplendent after recent showers
A sight of great beauty in their Nature's flowers
The great gift of memory is such a wonderful thing
When i visualize i can hear the birds sing
In the quiet of the evening of a pleasant day
In a leafy grove in Spring far away.
Through memories the scenery of spring has been stunningly expressed in this poem. Let me quote some lines... Bluebells, primroses and snowdrops on the ditch of every bohreen And deciduous trees looking leafy and green The fields looking resplendent after recent showers A sight of great beauty in their Nature's flowers The great gift of memory is such a wonderful thing When i visualize i can hear the birds sing In the quiet of the evening of a pleasant day In a leafy grove in Spring far away. Thank you dear Francis for sharing this gorgeous poem. Full vote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem about spring.