I Still Have Visions Of A Place I'Ve Been Poem by Francis Duggan

I still have visions of a place I've been
Where badger in the fading light move out
From his deep and sandy sett in the quiet glen
To search for food and roam the fields about.

I still can hear the fair hued chaffinch pipe
His pleasant notes on bright and breezy day
And inhale the scent of Nature's sweet perfume
Though that was years ago and far away.

The skylark high above the meadow sing
And fragile white blossoms on the hawthorns bloom
And buttercups in billions in their gold
On the roadside from Millstreet towards Macroom.

I still can see the valley after rain
And see again one hundred shades of green
But why do I waste my future on the past
Remembering the beauty I have seen? .

I still can see the high fields green and bare
And beauty gone and all seemed stale and old
And hungry sheep cries in the chilling air
And January was breathing out her cold.

Those winter months were cold and wet and long
And every day I yearned for the Spring
The naked trees soughed in the wind and rain
And little birds too cold and starved to sing.

I still have visions of a place I've been
Of Spring and Summer green and Winter gray
Of snow capped hills and beauty I have seen
But that was years ago and far away.