Where Life It Is Lived Poem by Francis Duggan

Where life it is lived at a leisurely pace
I feel sad on leaving the beautiful place
Where no factory chimney puff gray smoke to the sky
And from tree to tree the birds chirp as they fly
As through the wooded valley we drive on the roadway
The overcast sky looking gloomy and gray
But good memories of such beauty with me bound to stay
I do know for sure that they will not fade in a day
The weather windy and cool some fifteen degrees
As we drive on the road through the valley of trees
I may not be back here for many a day
But good memories of such beauty with me bound to stay
The wooded hills half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And if life is in me i will return here again.