Memories: A Poem

MEMORIES

I close my eyes and see mountains tall with golden ray,

Where creatures great and small do play,

And I can spend a glorious day,

Finding rest.

From the toils of a hectic life,

Often filled with stress and strife,

Tis there I go with my wife,

To be blessed.

In the comfort of nature's land,

Purposed from the Creator's hand,

It is here that I too plan,

To frolic, play, and roam.

Yet, should I find this day my last,

With final breath drawing fast,

I'll relish majestic days gone past,

And look forward to going home!

Sonny Davis

Here's a copy of my latest poem.  I hope you enjoy it and as always, your comments are welcome!