He Talks Of Old Fields Poem by Francis Duggan

He talks of old fields and woodlands far away
In Nova Scotia where he first looked on the light of day
The Winters were cold there the ice and the snow
But greenery returned when warmer winds of Spring did blow
Inland from the ocean and birds on bush and tree
Were singing and nest building and how lovely to see
The old fields resplendent in their wildflowers of the Spring
The creative powers of Nature an amazing thing
With Aussie children and grandchildren and an Aussie wife
Forty eight years in Australia he has spent of his life
He may never see Nova Scotia again
But nostalgia in him for the old Homeland does remain
Next June he will be seventy his best years long gone
And the clock on his life ever keeps ticking on.