ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Memories Of You

When the firelights slowly fading and the embers softly glow
When the setting moon gives off its vivid hue.
When all around is quiet and there is stillness in the air
that’s the time I sit alone and think of you.

I see your smile, touch your hand as we did so long ago
I can see the sweetness of your tender face.
Looking out across the valley in this place we called our home
I can even now still feel your soft embrace.

Was it fate that took you from me ? Was it always meant to be ?
a gentle life that’s taken way to soon.
I will never love another in the way I love you still.
and I’ll remember at the setting of each moon.

Bob Pacey (C)

A softer and passionate side of you that we don't often get to see.

Lovely words that obviously mean so much.

Very nice, Bob.

Holy snappin! That wild weather blew away your coarse exterior and exposed a soft, tender whimsical star-gazing Bobbette

I like your softer side Robere - this is lovely

Made me chunder

Bring back the dog called Sex

Very endearing thoughts and words Bob.
Wazza

This is beautiful Bob - very touching and heartfelt

Thank you all for the kind comments.


A softer me will never be want you get is what you see.


Bob