I recall when I was a young boy in my ninth year going on ten <br />I heard the shy cock pheasant cucking in early Summer in the rushy glen <br />He was one that I did hear often though him I rarely ever did see <br />A memory from the mid fifties that lives on in my memory, <br />I was growing to love Mother Nature even got to know some birds by their song <br />The chattering voice of the magpie was something one could not get wrong <br />The familiar song of the chaffinch he sings in my memory today <br />He sang on the birch tree in the meadow that scented of freshly mown hay, <br />Of childhood I have such good memories with Nature to me always near <br />the robin he sang in the woodlet he could be heard all through the year <br />I lived in an Earthly Utopia at least that's how to me it did seem <br />The bluebells bloomed close to the hedgerow the dipper he sang in the stream <br />And with me I carry those memories till death with me they will remain <br />And often in my flights of fancy I visit my childhood again<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-childhood-i-have-such-good-memories/
