The Roots Of Life Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

The Roots Of Life

Rating: 5.0


Raised in a small mining village,
My love for my hometown's still strong,
Many old buildings demolished,
But the memories forever go on.

With so much community spirit,
To be shared in one proud, special place,
Old faces still etched in my memories,
Fine characters, never replaced.

I remember the old man,
Who sat by his door,
He would, raise up his hat with a grin,
In the street children played,
Their toys on display,
Making a right joyous din.

Neighbours would stand by their windows,
Young babies wrapped up in their arms,
For this was their time for a natter,
A laugh and a joke mixed with charm.

The men could be seen
walking home from work,
Miners eyes,
Still black from the coal,
Over the years,
They laboured with sweat,
Till the industry ceased its goal.

When I think back on my village,
Those memories were truly the best,
For the roots of our lives hold the memories,
That stay in a heart to rest.

Jayne Davies

The Roots Of Life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A photo of myself and my Uncle Llewelyn x Great memories x
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jayne Davies 27 February 2022

Thank you so much everyone x

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David Wood 27 February 2022

Lovely poem Jayne on your childhood memories.

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Jayne Davies 27 February 2022

Thanks David x

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 27 February 2022

A wonderful poem about a life you once led Bravo!

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Unnikrishnan E S 27 February 2022

Village life is wonderful, families live close to one another, they know each other and join each other in their joys and griefs… cherished.5 *s

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Jayne Davies 27 February 2022

Thank you for your lovely words x

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Unnikrishnan E S 27 February 2022

Is that you, Jayne? Beautiful! ! !

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Jayne Davies 27 February 2022

Yes that is me. I'm about five years old on this photo x Thank you for your lovely comment x

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Jayne Louise Davies

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Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff
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