Sentimental Journey/Poem/Marian Jones

SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY

A road winds through the valley,
Between hills of purple haze,
. My heart is filled with yearning,
As I remember far off days.

Memories drift to greet me
As I travel the winding road,
Voices calling me from the past,
With tales of those times of old.

In Wales, the land of my birth,
I hear voices raised in song,
Bringing echoes down the ages
From the place where I belong.

A road winds through the valley,
It shines 'neath the soft moonlight.
The glow of the scene brings longing
To be home once more tonight.

Copyright Marian Jones 9/03

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