A Joyous Memory
Remember the glen where we walked that day?
And the stones we skipped across the bay?
That lovely place that stood serene
I treasure the memory of the scene.
The ripple of water that washed away
Our worries, our problems could not stay
It stands alone on the roll of time
The thought of it always rests my mind.
Like children, we laughed and played with glee.
Forgetting a while that we were not free
To walk this way again and yet
Tho' our paths have parted, I can't forget.