I Live In The South Poem by Francis Duggan

I live in the south most of my memories are of elsewhere
And though I've seen a little of the World out there
Many people have travelled far more widely than me
And so much in the big World there is for to see.

But in my flights of fancy I go to the past
Where Araglen waters are babbling on fast
The dark brown white breasted dipper of the waterways sing
On a pleasant evening in the prime of the Spring.

The hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May
And the sparrows under the house eaves build their nests of hay
That they line with small feathers where their tiny eggs they lay
Of Nature we learn something new every day.

The swallows home to breed from warm Lands far away
On the old shed rafters build their cup shaped nests of clay
And above the old fields they chase flies and bees
When pink blossoms are blooming on the fruit bearing trees.

I visualize the old fields in their April flowers
And birds in the leafy groves singing in the sunshowers
I memorize only things I once used to know
Though the clock on our lives never seems to tick slow.