In Fancy I Walk In The Old Fields Again Poem by Francis Duggan

The past may be gone but the memories remain
And in fancy I walk in the old fields again
And I hear dark brown dipper his breast white as snow
Singing in the river his song I do know
And the tiny brown wren one cannot get him wrong
For one of his size he does have a loud song
He and his partner seem amazing to me
I've known them to raise quite a large family
The only immortal of which I do know
Of our Earth Mother Nature my wonder does grow
I loved her as a younger man in a Land far away
And despite time's passage I still love her today
But we must live in the now for the past it has gone
And the clock on our lives ever keeps ticking on.