My Past Goes With Me Poem by Francis Duggan

Wherever i go to my past goes with me
In my visualizations old friends i do see
And though them i may never see again
As young in my memory they do remain

The birds of my boyhood i fancy i hear
They sing in the grove to my thoughts ever near
Among Nature's greenery in the prime of the Spring
The wonders of Nature is an amazing thing

Some say the what has been is in the forever gone
But wherever i go to my past follows on
In my thoughts the dipper singing in the rill
That babbles to the river down the field by the hill

And though time itself it has become my foe
My past goes with me to wherever i do go
I thought i had left it by the mountains far away
Only to find that it remains in me today.