Memories of my beautiful Summer
walks down Blendennis lane with
my Mother Brug, Aunts Kate and Maggie
and my beloved sheepdog Shep.
The smell of the new mown hay
cornfields reaching maturity,
the whiff of wildflowers and heather everywhere,
breathtaking on a late summers evening.
Never to be experienced, anywhere in the World
Those were the bygone days, past the bog of bulrushes,
the cattle chewing their cuds in the fields beyond.
I wish my Shep could race and meet me now
like he did on my way home from school
when I appeared at the white spot in the Lane.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Memories of my beautiful Summer
walks down Blendennis lane with
my Mother Brug, Aunts Kate and Maggie
and my beloved sheepdog Shep.
The smell of the new mown hay
cornfields reaching maturity,
the whiff of wildflowers and heather everywhere,
breathtaking on a late summers evening.
Never to be experienced, anywhere in the World
Those were the bygone days, past the bog of bulrushes,
the cattle chewing their cuds in the fields beyond.
I wish my Shep could race and meet me now
like he did on my way home from school
when I appeared at the white spot in the Lane.
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