Of Golden Dreams
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Morning glory brightest sun,
Glowing on sweet daffodils,
Nature is a pleasant one,
Graced upon these fine Welsh hills.
Such a feeling to be here,
Walking through this land so fair,
Beauty around me far and near,
All around feels calm and still.
This is the land of golden dreams,
A land where ghosts of past remain,
This is my homeland ever more,
This place of song,
Sweet memories gained.
Jayne Louise Davies
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