There's an old road
.........Winding
Along the stream
............Meandering
Romance...of a train
...From God knows where
Echoed............sounds
..................Rumbling
Walking...the hills
.......Thinking....
Of the joy..those sounds
....Are bringing
Memories...welcome
....The child again
........She's the treasure
.............Of Jamieson....Canyon
Authors note:
Dedicated to the memory of...Mary Azevedo....and....to her earthly home...Jamieson Canyon.
Mary would be very pleased with your memories of her..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something about this poem touched me. On roads long and winding We have traveled to the sunset calm And now our knees are aching With no one to lend the healing balm....... Good poem Sir and I welcome you to my page too