Those long summer days,
Just strolling through the hills,
In so many ways,
I remember them still.
Good memories don't leave you,
They stay in the heart,
It's hard to believe now,
That we are apart.
There on the mountain,
Those memories remain,
I long to go back there,
Again and again.
In the cool morning breeze,
The bright morning sun,
You'll stay with me always,
Till my life is done.
Jayne Louise Davies
Good memories don't leave you....so true dear poetess. A wonderful poem!
Memories are a treasure. I love this beautiful poem. It's in my favorites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank God for having endowed us with a mind that remembers. And with poetesses/poets who bring a fresh perspective on those memories through their beautiful poetry.