The Memories Of Winter

The cattle in the farm shed bellowing for silage or hay
On a cold and wet dawn by the hills far away
The silent fields cloaked in the fog damp and gray
On a wintery start to a December day,
The stream flowing bank high swollen by heavy rain
And brown storm water gurgling in the roadside drain
A temperature high of a cold five degrees
And the migrant redwing thrushes chirp on the bare trees
Their northern woodlands now covered in snow
But they will fly home to breed when the winds of March blow
And the years first wildflowers bloom by the hedgerow
At the onset of Spring the migratory bird know,
The memories of Winter with me does remain
And in fancy I'm back in the home place again.