Memories Poem by Mary Forrester
Memories
Soaring o'er the hills and valleys
To that land beyond the sea
Where wild flowers grow
In meadows of soft green
And rivers flow between
The rustling of the trees
To sit and hear the voices
Of the little ones at play
Rolling down the hillside
And climbing bales of hay
Ah, and how I remember
Those precious days of yore
When my sisters and my brothers
Went fishing by the shore
Love your memories of family. So like my own memories. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
A beautiful piece of poetry,10/10! These memories are so nice, so soft, always a pleasure to reminisce.
Memories of childhood beautifully expressed. Lovely poem Mary.
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I would like to translate this poem
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Better hold on to those memories, they become more important as time goes by. A brief, but splendid little poem, would rate it high