A View From A Hill

The glow of the sun, The soft morning breeze, I hear gentle whispers, Pass through the trees. The birds on the branches, Sing out their song, My love for this moment, Pulls me along. I walk to the top, Of the hill that we loved, And there are those memories, Right there from above. The town that we shared, Many years have passed by, Our heaven right there, Bringing tears to my eyes. Although you are gone, The memories remain, To just start all over, To relive it again. Jayne Louise Davies