Of Golden Dreams Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Morning glory brightest sun,
Glowing on sweet daffodils,
Nature is a pleasant one,
Graced upon these fine Welsh hills.

Such a feeling to be here,
Walking through this land so fair,
Beauty around me far and near,
All around feels calm and still.

This is the land of golden dreams,
A land where ghosts of past remain,
This is my homeland ever more,
This place of song,
Sweet memories gained.


Jayne Louise Davies