So sweet is the day,
as I look around and see,
the flowers growing in the field,
where I used to play.
The memories come back to me,
of wonderful days of fun,
running in the long grass,
under the warm sun.
The daisies and the bluebells
scattered like a rug.
I used to collect them,
aswell as the bugs.
Just me and my cat,
the whole day long,
until mother would ring her bell,
when the day was gone 🌼🌼🌼
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned poem..... Truly heartwarming and delightful....5 stars*****