Friends Never Forgotten

The pheasants on the hills were lying in the warm heather within view, Insects were on the wing or to be found on young foliage in the grass, The wood-argus's, the peacock and other butterflies enjoyed an evening, May-flies were about and stone flies stood in boles of trees head down. Bracken clocks swarmed on the fern and young oak leaves by warm winds, There was an unknown dragon-fly darting from place to place in a tree, Air was delicious after two days as rain had soaked into peat and turf, There was a light breeze just strong enough to blow hair into your face. The pine woods pouring pine perfume heated by a warm sun in a blue sky, The forest turf and its many leaves breathing a unique, pleasant smell, Young oak leaves now very tender sheltering some buds for small acorns, Hawthorn blossom blew everywhere over land like a snow storm in summer. The brooms were glorious, it was a day that took me back to my boyhood, Good old days with youthful friends who's faces will never be forgotten, After many years on this earth with all its pomp's and vanities reborn, Give me intelligent and loving people who have affection and integrity.