The Far Away Spring Poem by Francis Duggan

The memories remain of a far away Spring
When the robins and blackbirds and thrushes and finches did sing
And the blue tit lays her brown dotted pale eggs in a hole in old tree
In Spring so much natural beauty to see
Old memories live on they are with me today
Of the hawthorns cloaked on their white blooms of the May
And jackdaws with twigs in their beaks to their chimney nests fly
Their young will be fully fledged and flying by July
The voice of the cuckoo is with me today
It followed me here from old fields far away
And a voice from once heard one could never again get wrong
Of the tiny brown wren who has the big bird song
The past may be gone but the memories stay
Of the far away Spring it is with me today.