DOWN IN THE VALLEY

Protected by mountains and precipitous shale,
The roads are very steep a shelter from the gale,
The way meanders down the mountains sides
Where in the valley a pleasant, quiet village hides.

Come when the sun is setting over the western ridge,
See home lights flicker as you come to an old bridge,
Near where the village green stands peaceful and serene,
A happier place on this earth has never been seen.

The lights welcome all wanderers, welcomes them home
With warmth and love after a long and lonely roam,
No hotel is needed, families open their homes all around,
A quaint village where true love and peace are found.

Time seems to stand still in this special valley,
There is never any sadness, everyone is happy,
No trouble or strife ever pass by your way,
Nothing disturbs sleep at the end of the day.

But if you ever leave you will never find it again,
One chance comes to find the valley free from pain,
I seek throughout the mountains, but my search is vain,
To find that mystical valley will be my constant aim.

M Ann Margetson © June 20, 2001