The Beautiful Place

Long after mine has been a forgotten face
Life will go on in this beautiful place
The birds will chirp and sing on the bushes and trees
Their pleasant notes carrying in the freshening breeze
That blow through the park as the sun is going down
Above the brown hill towards the west of the town
were i born a poet a poem i would write
For the lovers of Nature for to read and recite
Of the beautiful place lush and green after rain
Memories of such beauty that one does re-visit again
Many decades from now on a pleasant evening in Spring
In this beautiful place the birds will chirp and sing
In the freshening breeze as the sun is going down
Above the brown hill towards the west of the town.