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What I Miss Most

I miss those crisp clear nights,

when the frost glistens in the moonlight.

I miss those lonely exposed hills,

lashed by the rain.

I miss the young and innocent faces,

some of whom we’ll never see again.

I miss the laughter and the crack.

I miss their morbid humour,

the childish pranks and un- spoken laws.

I miss the sense of belonging,

that unique bond.

I miss youth at it’s best,

though I’ll grow old,unlike the rest.

What I miss most ?

I miss the lads.

Giajl © Jim Love