Those woodland walks I fondly remember,
The sun through the trees,
And the sky oh so blue,
Then, there came the snow,
In the month of December,
When I held your hand,
And walked with you.
Those old school days I can never forget,
When we were young,
And as free as a bird,
Then the years went by quickly,
In our fast moving world,
I remember those times,
And the old friends I met.
Long gone are the good times,
Way back in the past,
Many stories to tell,
The memories fine.
They were fine times,
Divine times,
I wished they would last,
I'll remember them always,
In this life of mine.
Jayne Louise Davies
Great reminiscence of the childhood days... beautifully composed.5 stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Oh how we all miss the good old days! The nostalgic feel of the poem is so appealing. The pleasant memories give joy as well as pain.