Walking The Hills Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Walking The Hills



Those childhood days were spent with love,
The sun always seemed to shine,
From building dens to picking flowers,
Life was oh so fine,
The church bells chimed on Sunday morn,
The days felt walm and calm,
We'd walk the hills through trees of green,
Past the neighbouring farms,
The sky so blue,
Right there with you,
Our lives were filled with joy,
For nature in the valleys,
Was finer than any toy,
Fresh air and beauty all around,
Those days were best that's true,
Loving every moment,
Just to be with you.

Jayne Davies

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Jayne Louise Davies

Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff
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