My Valley

My Valley

n the valley of my youth I walk again.
Pondering my past I think of old friends.
Here by my side they all seem to be.
Laughing, talking and walking, with me.

Most of the my valley has not changed.
I can recall all that remains the same.
Flows the old river maybe a little wider.
I walk the hill to the flowing spring.

I pause for a rest and take a sweet drink.
Here at the ridge where in my youth,
I hunted for rabbit with my gun and dogs.
The magnificent hills I love them the most.

You can bet I'm being my friends or alone.
The sweet aroma of awakened my senses.
Now I must leave my beautiful valley again.
Soon I shall return stay here forever then.

BY: Kings

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