Those Days Back Then

Daisy chains and buttercups, Memories of a childhood day, Running to the nearby park, Precious days in every way. Sitting on the mountainside, Taking in the splendid view, Playing in my garden fine, Pretty flowers blessed with dew. Singing to my hearts delight, To that favourite tune I loved, Walking to our old brick school, In my walm, winter gloves. Days like those are hard to find, Those times, Won't ever, come back again, Precious are the memories, Those days we played, Those days back then. Jayne Louise Davies