Woodland walks that stretch for miles,
These are the places,
That make me smile,
Natures flowers fresh with dew,
Places I once shared with you,
Sounds of birds so melancholy,
Back then we shared,
Fine days so jolly,
Chatting, Smiling,
As we strolled,
How these many years have rolled,
You filled my heart with pure gold,
I loved those woodland walks. x
Jayne Louise Davies
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