Comments about Paul Holmes
* A Tibute To Mary Jones
She opened a special Welsh Book
Given as a present from a Friend,
She daily set aside time to look
Upon those words which her heart did mend.
For now she had the Holy Bible in her hand,
A priceless Treasure, at last acquired;
She walked barefoot across the hilly Land,
At sixteen, a feat to be admired!
Twenty-five-miles wasn’t much for her to bear;
Of this Book, she just had to get a hold –
Her desire and drive was something most rare
For a young girl to trek in the cold.
It must have felt like a soothing balm
To read those words at leisure...
Her Smile Makes Me Smile
Whenever I feel sad
And life’s troubles wear me down
I just look upon her face
And no longer wear a frown.
Whenever the cold rain
Pours and saturates the ground
It’s then that I sense sunshine
Each time that she’s around.