I Fancy I Hear
I fancy I hear the male robin again
His red breast puffed out as he sings in the rain
In the grove near where I lived many Seasons ago
A different life now from the one I did know.
I fancy I hear the gray hooded crow
His caws are familiar and louder they grow
In my imagination he doesn't live far away
I can picture him in feathers of black and gray.
I can fancy I hear the fox call on the hill
His voice in the moonlight so wild and so shrill
Out searching for a mate or hunting maybe
The wonders of Nature are amazing to me.
I fancy I hear the curlew at twilight of day
Flute above the bogland in beautiful May
And though from the old bog road I live far away
The memories of what was are with me to stay.
I fancy I hear the dipper in the stream
His song is not distant from me it would seem
Where-ever I go to my past is with me
And the voices of Nature a sweet memory.
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