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Summer Holiday
There’s a train that runs on barren track, along the side & at the back,of the caravan.
The children laugh & shout with glee,Summer’s here & they’ve ran & ran.
We had ham & cucumber sandwiches,strawberry jam & fresh baked bread, for tea.
Bathed & clean, quiet now, all spent out & ready for sleep;lulled by the drowsy hum of the homing bee.
There’s a place I know down by yonder stream, where weeping willows,dip into dreams.
I’d like to take your hand & walk, through their limped tendrils,we’d kiss and talk.
You’d look in my eyes & see love so true,for I really was meant for no one…