In The Wood By Mushera

I logged pine treees by Mushera mountain a few decades ago
When the hills all around they were covered in snow
The early Spring mornings were cold often zero degrees
And frost in the air and frost on the trees
In that high wooded countryside rugged and wild
In April the weather grew warmer and mild
The nesting wood pigeons cooed in the drizzling rain
The past it returns to me time and again
The rill from the high ground downhill bank high flow
And i fancy i hear the caw of the gray crow
Echo in the valley in the still morning air
In the home of the hill sheep and the shy mountain hare
And in fancy the songs of the birds i can hear
In the wood by Mushera so far north of here.