In My Halcyon Days
In My Halcyon Days1 min 317 1 min 317
It was under the plough ago,
Nigh and front of my house,
And in my halcyon days;
All morning I was walking…
Through the paddy field,
On the nature strip with a pail,
Behind me my loved doggie,
I feel the coldness of his nose,
On my calf every time I was moving!
I was tingling with the chilly,
on my bare calf ‘n hands,
When I happened to set my foot …
In and through the fronts;
Were made a bed for the dews!
When the glittering dews reflecting
The crepuscular firmament …
Seemed as the eyes of an inamorata,
Longing for the zephyr’s love!
The wench greets me o’er the other end,
By the stile, selling milk!
Oh, what a nature…
So filled with the noise of birds, frogs, cocks
And the flapping wings of hens;
God has given us!!!
No worries, no heaviness on my heart;
But, all in my halcyon days.
Now, I am far from the days and place…