Just Passing Through Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

I took a trip down memory lane
along the byways last September
Pointing out familiar places
and events I well remember
Twin peaks away in the distance
mountains all hazy in blue
To the southwest a woodland
all around an amazing view
The ditches purple with heather
fuchsia drips red in the hedge
Swallows feast for their migration
montbretia in bloom at the edge
The hay fields that once resounded
to the corncrakes constant call
Where hay was cut and turned
when dry piled in haycocks tall
I passed along the old school route
I thought of the stream roaring down
Water gushing out of the gulley
froth rising, the bubbles peat brown
The turn where I saw a stoat
slinking along, tail end black
The hill where the kestrel hovered
then suddenly launched an attack
A region remote and rugged
where stars lit up the dark nights
Where in childhood I gazed in amazement
at the swirling Northern Lights
Time passes but memories remain
to be passed to generations new
Cherish those magical moments
we are all just passing through