A River of Dreams

Marian Jones

Drifting on a river of dreams

I go back to my childhood days,

To the hills which once I knew;

The fields where I used to play.

Seen through innocent eyes,

The world was a magical place,

Safe, secure and content,

Life was lived at a slower pace.

Many things bring memories,

Wherever I choose to roam,

And memories always lead

To thoughts of my childhood home.

The years have passed so swiftly;

I've been through sadness and pain,

But on that river of dreams

I'm an innocent child once again.

 Marian Jones 

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