Far north even as the crow fly from here far away <br />In leafy groves, woods and hedgerows nesting birds sing all day <br />And blackbird will sing his fanfare of the May <br />Before the sun rise in the dawn cool and gray, <br />The song of the dipper I fancy I hear <br />And the stream that he sings in to me does seem near <br />And I hear the babble of the upland rill <br />As it scurries down from the foot of the hill, <br />In fancy I visit old places at this time of year <br />Where I first grew to love Nature so far north of here <br />When the moorhen in the river reeds utters her harsh cry <br />For to warn her chicks of danger nearby <br />And the song of the lark can be heard in the sky <br />And the swallows above the fields all day long fly.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-north-even-as-the-crow-fly/
