Echoes Through The Breeze Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

There in dreams the mountains glow with pride,
My memories are relived,
You by my side.
Where echoes travel forth by gentle breeze,
Where the birds fly high above the golden trees.
For down below there is a special place,
Wild flowers grow to cover every space,
We walk down to our haven hand in hand,
This is our favourite place
our own dreamland.
For there are bluebells slender, fine and bright,
We pick them till the morning meets the night.
I could stay here only if i could,
But it's a dream,
That mountain where we stood,
Is just a distant memory in my heart,
I long to dream so we won't be apart.



Jayne Louise Davies