Our Summer Place Poem by Jayne Louise Davies
Our Summer Place
There was a pretty bluebell wood,
that i remember well.
As children we would spend each hour,
Such stories we would tell.
We'd walk amongst the flowers,
enchanted by the scene.
Playing games of make believe,
no place has ever been.
As pretty as that bluebell wood,
each flower picked with love,
Beneath the bright blue summer sky,
right there so far above.
I loved that pretty bluebell wood,
With memories so fine,
Behind the old welsh terraced homes,
Right here in this valley of mine.
Jayne Louise Davies
P.S. I love bluebells too, they grow all over here in Alaska!
What a lovely and beautiful poem! ! ! This piece brings back childhood memories for me of summers just like the one depicted in your poem! Thank you for blessing us with this wonderful work! ! !
What a poetic gem! Wonderful rhyming and rhythm with a vibrant wording; this poem transports the reader to that tranquil bluebell place! Well written! Thank you for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
1/18/2026 9:18:51 AM # 1.0.0
d! A beautiful piece, so full of vibrant imagery and color! Thank you for sharing such a lovely scene from you childhood! I loved this poem! xxxx