{ OT WritingAJOURNAL WITH WDC project 4}

REMEMBERING JOHN

Towering trees and hills up high
Drifting clouds in the sky
Down in the valley bellow
The river Tummel flows
Where my spirit wanders
Over yonder

I'm the rustle of the leaves
when a warm wind blows
And to this place I'll go
To where the fishing lines are cast
And peace will always last

The song birds will sing their songs
All day long
where green foliage grows
I'll rest my head
On the flower bed
And see the wild flowers grow.




{Mary Ann MCPhedran}