In Thought So Deep Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Heading for that special place,
My memory takes me back to then,
That lovely spot beneath the trees,
Where bluebells grew,
When I was ten.
That precious time so long ago,
Is with me now so plain and clear,
Oh how I miss those lovely days,
Filled with love and nature near.
Let me drift into my thoughts,
So I'll relive those splendid days,
Good memories surely can't be bought,
They're part of our lives,
That never stray.


Jayne Louise Davies