Thinking of you with your pleasant smile,
Those afternoons when we'd walk many miles,
Over hills in the sunshine,
Those days were so fine,
Those memories are calling me now.
Thinking of you with your shoulder to cry on,
That familiar face I could always rely on,
As we walked hand in hand,
Through this green pleasant land,
Those memories are with me forever.
Jayne Louise Davies
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