Pleasing Memories

Pink roses are my morning scene, A flower soft and pleasing, They lie beneath the trees of green, And look just so appealing, Beneath the soft grey clouds today, The grass is glazed with dew, My worries now just float away, Fearful thoughts are few. Sweet Robin sits on picket fence, He is a chirpy soul, My only thoughts right at this time, Are thoughts of days of old. Back to when I was a child, Those days were oh so fine, When we could share a laugh or two, Those days were just divine, Memories come so freely, In this pleasant spot, Memories of a lifetime, Never to be forgot. Jayne Louise Davies