Abbottabad; where I spent 6 golden years of my school/college life

I remember the day when I first came here
And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air

The trees and ground covered with snow
Gave us indeed a brilliant white glow

To me place seemed like a dream
And far ran a lonesome stream

The wind hissed as if welcoming us
The pine swayed creating a lot of fuss

And the tiny cuckoo sang it away
A song very melodious and gay

I adored the place from the first sight
And was happy that my coming here was right

And eight good years here passed very soon
And we leave our perhaps on a sunny day

Oh! Abbottabad we are leaving you now
To your natural beauty do I bow

Perhaps your wind’s sound will never reach my ear
My gift for you is a tear

I bid you farewell with a heavy heart
Never from my mind will you memories thwart

by Major James Abbott