Church bells rang,
On Sunday morn,
Not once did I feel sad, forlorn,
For this was always my favourite day,
We'd walk the mountains,
Bright and gay,
And look down on the valley fine,
To take it in,
The view divine,
The sound of the old steam engine heard,
And we would hardly say a word,
But capture that picture,
Fresh in our minds,
Such a pleasant place,
One of a kind,
And in my mind,
I see it now,
That view I can't forget,
I'll hold it in my memories,
It's my best one yet.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another truly fine poem about memories. Jayne, I really enjoy your poems about memories. They stimulate mine! Thx for the memories!
Thank you so much Richard x Much appreciated!