Morning Dew Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

In the hours that await me,
There's so much to do,
My memories take me,
Through fresh morning dew,
Over mountains and valleys,
We stroll once again,
They were fine times,
I remember them.
In a blink of an eye,
Those years,
Drifted away,
If I close my eyes,
They've not gone away,
For I have the memories,
Reminders of you,
Those days when we walked,
Through the fresh morning dew.

Jayne Louise Davies