A Voice In The Breeze Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

The red and golden trees of old,
Along the woodland path,
Stir up many memories,
Of times that now have passed,
Once I walked with you my friend,
But now I walk alone,
So many precious hours we'd spend,
Right here in natures home,
The rolling hills surrounded us,
They played a special role,
In this scene of beauty,
Standing high and bold,
I thought I heard you call my name,
Just like you did before,
Or maybe it's the whisper of the breeze,
Through trees galore,
Without you here beside me,
It will never seem the same,
But in this place of memories,
Your with me once again.



Jayne Louise Davies