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There in a garden with flower beds Laid out with a patch of green between And old pink roses smelling of cold cream Spread out in an oval ring Asparagus fern blows in the wind Sending its red seeds into the lawn The birds sing in a damson tree And I sit upon a rubber tyre swing. So I recall those warmest days When there was nothing but play And the quietness of those times When my mind was mine Never went away. Dear little girl in your simple dress Lying with the sun Watching the shadows move about Their shapes cast on the ground. Finding only what was good Under the prickly gooseberry bush And ants and snails to watch all day With fondness and respect. But time and peace end in ways None of us expect But the Beauty of those years None of us regret. Love Mary ***
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
A child's delight
There in a garden with flower beds Laid out with a patch of green between And old pink roses smelling of cold cream Spread out in an oval ring Asparagus fern blows in the wind Sending its red seeds into the lawn The birds sing in a damson tree And I sit upon a rubber tyre swing. So I recall those warmest days When there was nothing but play And the quietness of those times When my mind was mine Never went away. Dear little girl in your simple dress Lying with the sun Watching the shadows move about Their shapes cast on the ground. Finding only what was good Under the prickly gooseberry bush And ants and snails to watch all day With fondness and respect. But time and peace end in ways None of us expect But the Beauty of those years None of us regret. Love Mary ***
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mary-gay-kearns
67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
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