A woodland place of all things pleasing
Soft green grass that moves with the breeze,
Those melancholy sounds, are so appealing
Of wild, free birds upon the trees.
This small place, breathes life before me
Flowers grow each place i tread,
The soft glow of the morning sunshine
Thoughts of you are in my head.
For here we walked, those distant summers
Taking in the morning air,
If only time could take me to you,
Back in life when you were there.
Jayne Louise Davies
Nostalgic drama, I really felt connected to the grass, breeze and sunshine
To return signifies many a things to me. Good poem, Keep writing such poems, dear.5**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminisces of LEAVES OF GRASS. Walt Whitman would be proud. Thoroughly enjoyed your poem, Jayne.
Thank you Richard for your lovely comment : )