Echoes Of Life Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Echoes Of Life

Rating: 5.0

The train left the station, picking up pace,
As I stood on the hill, with the Sun on my face,
A familiar sight, that I saw every day,
In the place I grew up, just across the way.
Brought up in a house, built from old Welsh stone,
With no fancy car, or telephone.
I still hear the echoes, to this very day,
From a home filled with sunshine, come what may.
At the top of our garden, there stood an old swing,
Where I loved to sit, from the start of the Spring,
I'd dream of the future, with smile on my face,
My own little haven, my favourite place.
The train leaves the station, picking up pace,
As I stand on the hill, with the Sun on my face,
The years have passed quickly, with memories grand,
Of my special valley, my special land.

Jayne Louise Davies

Saturday, July 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
Dr Dillip K Swain 24 March 2022

Excellent poem dear poetess! Loved it.5 stars.

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Jayne Davies 23 November 2014

Thank you Roseann x So glad you like it!

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Roseann Shawiak 21 November 2014

I thoroughly enjoyed this rhythmic, flowing poem and it's past imagery telling your story of youth. Very well written, thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn

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Jayne Louise Davies

Jayne Louise Davies

Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff
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