That Spot By The River

There by the river overwhelmed by the view, I sit for a while, My thoughts are of you, A heron flies by, He looks for a catch, If he spies a nice fish, It's truly no match, And there off he goes, Up the valley so fine, This place where I sit, So peaceful, divine. A place where my thoughts, Fill my mind once again, I so love to sit here, Again and again, I wish you were here, To hold onto my hand, We've shared many moments, In this pleasant land, And as I walk home, My mind becomes clear, I'll visit again, For I know you'll be near. Jayne Davies