Days Like These Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Those rolling hills in distant view,
The morning sun comes shining through,
Upon the grass so wet with dew,
Days like these I think of you.

The many times we walked those hills,
And fondly I remember still,
Those days we passed the wooden mill,
Through the valley's nature filled.

You and I would walk along,
When happily we'd sing a song,
I miss you as my life goes on,
Here in memory,
Never gone.

Jayne Louise Davies