The Mountain. Poem by David Boyce

The Mountain.

The view across the mountain,
Where I played as a child.
All new trees are growing there,
And ferns are growing wild.

The prominent position,
Of the well known Jockeys Cap.
Its surprising, How big it really is,
You can see it on a map.

We played up there as little kids,
Even on the Old Farm roof.
We'd then walk across the mountain top,
Up to the Giants Tooth.

How I miss the mountain,
I ain't been up there for a while.
But when I come here visiting,
Memories just make me smile.



Written by David Boyce
14 September 2003

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