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I want to show you the pond John says ducks and swans are there and now and then herons come Elaine wonders where the pond is is it far? she asks no not far just down through the wood here down these rides mind the brambles he walks ahead of her she follows can you hear that? he says what is it? blackbird you can tell by the song she looks at him ahead of her she wishes he would stay with her she's not been in these woods before how big is it? she asks not that big but big enough you'll see he says back to her walking on that's a song thrush he says love the song thrush she treads carefully along the ride she doesn't want to catch her legs on brambles they reach a fence and he climbs over and waits for her careful how you get over he says don't want to get a splinter in your leg she climbs carefully trying to keep her skirt tight to her legs doesn't want him to see up her skirt but he looks away out at the field see pheasants out there sometimes he says she climbs down the other side brushes her skirt down and stands next to him where's the pond? over there he says pointing over the way not far now he walks on and she follows him he is just ahead of her then he climbs over another fence it's here she comes to the fence and looks over you'll have to climb over to see it properly he says she climbs the fence carefully but he has gone down towards the pond staring at the water's skin she walks down beside him standing there a gentle smell of flowers hanging in the air.
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
BY JOHN'S POND.
I want to show you the pond John says ducks and swans are there and now and then herons come Elaine wonders where the pond is is it far? she asks no not far just down through the wood here down these rides mind the brambles he walks ahead of her she follows can you hear that? he says what is it? blackbird you can tell by the song she looks at him ahead of her she wishes he would stay with her she's not been in these woods before how big is it? she asks not that big but big enough you'll see he says back to her walking on that's a song thrush he says love the song thrush she treads carefully along the ride she doesn't want to catch her legs on brambles they reach a fence and he climbs over and waits for her careful how you get over he says don't want to get a splinter in your leg she climbs carefully trying to keep her skirt tight to her legs doesn't want him to see up her skirt but he looks away out at the field see pheasants out there sometimes he says she climbs down the other side brushes her skirt down and stands next to him where's the pond? over there he says pointing over the way not far now he walks on and she follows him he is just ahead of her then he climbs over another fence it's here she comes to the fence and looks over you'll have to climb over to see it properly he says she climbs the fence carefully but he has gone down towards the pond staring at the water's skin she walks down beside him standing there a gentle smell of flowers hanging in the air.
A BOY SHOWS A GIRL HIS SECRET POND IN 1962.
terry-collett
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
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