Pillow Of Dreams Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Bells echo clearly across Southern land
As I see the village where love began.

So happy were we, think back my dear,
Yesterday's love was more than sincere.
Never to see a grey cloud above...
Life was a holiday in a cradle of love.
Fun and laughter, the chores shared by two
In that cottage of dreams with its floral view.
You set the roses ~ a gift just for me,
And the scene from the window was heavenly.

Bells echo softly across hill and plain
As I re-live the magic of memory lane.