I walked that path a thousand times,
To the mountain top I'd climb,
Leaving the village beneath me,
I'd hear those church bells chime.
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I share in this nostalgia. The are early years in the village are always wonderful to remember. This reminds me of my poem: A Song To My Childhood Friends. Thanks for sharing and keep writing
Beautiful images and emotive poem, where are you now, ? Still writing tired of PH?