Jayne Davies (5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)
A Dream View
I walked that path a thousand times,
To the mountain top I'd climb,
Leaving the village beneath me,
I'd hear those church bells chime.
Looking down the valley,
The sky a luscious blue,
Admiring this world around me,
A grand and special view.
The village I was born in,
This land I call my own,
The rows of terraced houses,
A community proudly grown.
The birds sing from the treetops,
The sun upon my face,
This is my favourite moment,
This is my special place.
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