Through leafy woodland we wandered
when we were young one day,
among the purple columbine
which was pictured in wild array.
Walking past pink and white roses,
soft breezes caressing us there,
the scent of sweet lavender lingered
across the afternoon air.
We sat in the shade of the maple
enjoying a country cream-tea.
Oh these were the days of innocence
when we knew not our own destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(A Poem Reborn by Joyce Hemsley.) … Oh these were the days of innocence when we knew not our own destiny. ______________________ **Enjoyed very much.