For The Love Of Poetry Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

When the sun doesn't shine,
And I'm feeling grey,
I look from my window,
Across the way,
There's a bird just like me,
Looking sad and forlorn,
All alone by himself,
On this miserable morn.

He flies off yonder,
Way over the hill,
I must do something,
There is boredom to kill,
So I pick up my pen,
And scour my mind,
There are memories deep,
That are left far behind,
In those glorious days,
When life was so good,
Of days when we played in the nearby wood,
Picking bluebells and daisies,
Running so free,
In those beautiful surroundings,
So dear to me.
Those memories have brought back a smile to my face,
For in poetry,
I'm in my favourite place.


Jayne Louise Davies