In My Wild Flights Of Fancy I Hear The Silver Tongued Rill Poem by Francis Duggan

In my wild flights of fancy i hear the silver tongued rill
Flow babbling to the river down the high field by the hill
When the wildflowers in the old fields are quite beautiful to see
And the male chaffinch is singing on the leafy alder tree
And the hawthorns look resplendent cloaked in their white blooms of the May
And the skylark leaves the bracken towards the clouds he sings his way
Such things not hard to imagine it is easy to visualize
Though for us in our every walk in Nature every day some new surprise
In fancy i can hear the dark rooks in the gloaming of the day
Cawing on the high beech trees by the river far away
Anybody can imagine you can go into your mind
And the finest mental pictures there you readily will find
And you can sense the pleasant scent that comes from new mowed hay
When the Summer sun is shining on meadows far away.