My Wonderland Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

I can still feel the sun on my face as a child,
In that wonderful garden,
With you by my side,
Such a bright array of flowers,
Blew in the breezy air,
I'd sit in my favourite place back then,
Young, without a care.
The roses looked fine,
Just on top of the wall,
And Mums favourite words were,
Watch you don't fall!
Dad would be planting and pruning away,
Noises from children,
As they played in the lane,
And from our small house,
I could see the high mountain,
It looked grand in the sun,
The birds bathed away,
In the fine garden fountain,
I've never forgotten,
Those days in the sun,
That garden of ours,
When we were all one.

Jayne Davies