The sounds of children laughing,
The fresh smell after rain,
The new buds in the Springtime,
The clatter of a train,
The buzzing of the bees
As they pollinate the flowers,
The ticking of the clock
As it counts away the hours,
The taste of Summer berries,
The smell of fresh-baked bread,
The memories of days gone by,
The pillows on my bed.
So many joys I'd bottle up
And keep them close to hand
To open when I'm feeling blue -
Oh! Wouldn't that be grand?
Lovely stuff Dawn. I enjoyed it. I'd buy a bottle of it any day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another Wow! of a poem. I do hope you have been writing for a long time. Seems you've got the how of it. Read mine - The Captain's Secret - Adeline