The river bank high roars on it's way down
Under the bridge on the high road near the old country town
And the tall trees are soughing in the wind and the rain
The things i once knew i re-visit again,
The gurglings of the water in the roadside drain
And the calls of the jackdaws with me does remain
These memories i brought with me from far away
Of rainfall and wind on a wild Autumn day,
The stream from the old hill through my memory flow
My past it goes with me to where-ever i go
Cattle in the wet and bare fields are bellowing for hay
And on the tall beech tree in jet black and gray
The gray crow is cawing near where the river roars by
And the low dark clouds of rain creep through the morning sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem