The golden leaves in gentle breeze,
Sweet memories of you and me.
Upon the mountainside we stood,
To look down on our home so good.
The morning cry of seagulls heard,
Days at the beach,
I'm just a girl.
To watch the boats upon the sea,
Those pleasant days,
Just you and me.
No longer young,
and you are gone.
Those sounds of life still linger on,
You're with me now,
In memories still,
Those days gone by,
A life fulfilled.
Jayne Louise Davies
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