Sharing a bag of chips and scraps and running from the rain beneath the band stand kissing and riding on the main corn fields and meadows and walks within the park spending time like millionaires together after dark daisy chains and faery rings the jewelry of the young whom sing the songs of lovers the older ones once sung cornets full of ice-cream and trumpets full of scent accompanying our laughter as our childhoods mis spent I offered you the moon and stars you promised me forever as we cuddled close together in the chill of winters weather so many memories my love bring you to me each day and may the simple things in life forever feel this way
Chips n scraps potato cut in thin slices and fish batter pieces. The main is the bus service. Trumpets are heads of flowers