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 A woodland glade, a scented breeze

A river flowing by

A mossy bank where I can dream

Under a starlit sky.

The joys of nature that I share

As I travel on my way

Down the river of my dreams

Back to yesterday.

Swimming in the old mill pond

Helping gather hay

Building a den in a Bluebell wood

A secret hideaway

Memories I treasure still

For now I’m old and grey

And when I’m feeling out of sorts

They help pass time away.


Colin Cadamartriea