Better Days

Better Days

In fresh and tranquil valley, as I Iie beside the meandering stream,
My eyelids gently feather, and I slip into a dream.
I dream of better days, of days of sunshine, sea and sand,
Of trees, of bushes, flowers and hues, that beautify the land.
Of all the lovely nature, rainbows, sunsets and the like,
Of all the lovey treasures seen, when I’ve been on a hike.

Long glasses, full of lemonade, fruit, with vanilla ice cream,
Aunties apple dumplings, with custard, how it steamed.
Picking sweet wild strawberries, and crunchy hazelnuts,
Snagging hands on blackberry thorns, and getting nasty cuts.
Climbing trees, oft falling out, not breaking any bones,
Trying to skim the water with those nicely flattened stones.

Drinking from a pop bottle, that everybody shared,
There were no Health and Safety rules, so no one really cared.
Hearing mummy shouting “Come on kids it’s time for tea”,
Mouths began to salivate, great, food, what will it be?
Sadly the dream ends quickly, as a bird begins to sing,
I lie in the sun… contemplating… what the rest of the day will bring.

Michael J Hill © March 2021.