When I Was Seven Poem by Jayne Louise Davies
When I Was Seven
Oh to be seven again!
To run down the hill,
As school ends for the day,
To play in the park,
So happy and gay,
To pick flowers for Mum,
From the lovely woodland,
To see her smile,
As she holds out her hand,
To wake up each morning,
Without a care,
To know that my loved ones,
Are waiting there,
Good morning they'd say,
As I walked down the stairs,
Oh to be seven again.
To go out on day trips,
Down to the beach,
To play in the sand,
Great memories to keep,
To feel the sun,
Shine down on my face,
Oh to be seven again.
Jayne Louise Davies
For those joyful, innocent days.......full score. Thank you Jayne
Wow! Jayne, this is a marvellous poem. I re-lived and enjoyed my life, once again, O to be a child! How wonderful!
Hi Jayne, your lovely poem ushered in a lot of nostalgic memories. The good old days when everyone loved us: the teachers in the school, parents and siblings at home, with lots of friends, days of all play and no work..
Thank you for your lovely comment. I appreciate your encouraging words.
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...
4/24/2024 1:29:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Jayne, I'm 70 going on 7! Thanks so much for the wonderful memories!
Ha Richard. Thanks for your comments x