MEMORIES OF THE PAST - by Felicity Jane Martins

MEMORIES OF THE PAST by Felicity Jane Martins, Scotland As I look out of the window into my past, I see my happy thoughts go fast, I see my father as happy may, as if their is no sorrow today. A loving father as he has looking down at us above, the moon will fade the stars go to sleep, but the sun will rise as a watch on us he does keep.