My Thoughts Often Go To That Far Away Place Poem by Francis Duggan

My thoughts often go to that far away place
Where to many mine used to be a well known face
But where to many i would be a stranger today
Since from there i have been many Seasons away
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And to me learning of her ways remains as a source of joy
I came to recognize some birds by their chirps or song
Though on bird recognition i have often been wrong
But the memories of what was with me does remain
And in my visualizations my friends of the past i do meet again
I see them as they were they have not aged a day
In my mental images of them as young they do stay
Years ago i left the old fields but the fields followed me
And i retain the memories of the what used to be.