Another time

Another Time

I gently dream of another time
Of memories long forgotten
Of Kings and Queens and gentle folk
Of rolling hills and winding streams
And Mountains full of heather
Purple tops and carpets
Flowing down the countryside
We stop to pick some and to our delight we
Find a rare surprise
Happy children playing games
With a sparkle in there eyes

Oh How wonderful to be child like and having fun
Picking blue bells and daisy chains
And watching them play and run
Then I awake and realise that now my dream has gone
Until I can dream again I am here and now
A new day has begun.

L.G.J