There are memories of this valley,
That can never be replaced,
Those rolling hills of summer,
A fine and pleasant place,
Lost amongst the archives,
The pictures say it all,
Those long lost familiar faces,
Sometimes I hear them call,
In mind those voices heard once more,
Fine people I can't forget,
Aquaintences and long lost friends,
The best I'll ever get.
For we lived in a valley,
With many memories made,
And I will think back fondly,
To those loved and long lost days.
Jayne Louise Davies
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