My thoughts got carried away,
I remembered sunshine and dewdrops,
Of those long lost days once again.
And all back then was fine,
I remember looking from the hill,
Onto the old coal mine,
With the mountain behind.
That was our village scene,
The days of coal in a valley so green.
When summers were long,
The hot sun shone,
Onto my special place.
They were the best times,
Never to be replaced.
Jayne Louise Davies
So many of us pine for happy times long gone, but your poetry paints those hurting yet beautiful portraits best1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful reminiscence. A delightful picture of the cherished memories.
Thank you Nosheen x I'm greatful for your comments x