The Beautiful Memories Poem by Francis Duggan

Today as I walked in the park in the rain
I thought of old fields of my past once again
In the drizzling rain birds chirped on the hedgerow
Near where the stream bank high to the river did flow.

In the early days of Spring on the ditch of bohreen
Primroses and bluebells and snowdrops to be seen
And the old fields lush and green wore their beautiful flowers
That were born to life in the mild April showers.

From old fields of our young years we may live far away
But the beautiful memories are with us today
I am just one migrant there are millions more
Who oft think of the fields inland from their Homeshore

Who in their flights of fancy watch the swallows fly
Above a green valley in a distant sky
And the lark in the gray clouds out of sight does sing
To proclaim his borders in the early Spring.

In the coastal city 'tis a drizzle day
And the rain it does take me to fields far away
And for as long as the gift of memory we retain
The beautiful memories with us will remain.