Tag Archives: summer days

The Best and Worst of Times

We’d tumble down grass field slopes With friends, in high pitched yells of “Geronimo” Laughs from the belly as Bert boshed the cow-pat His hand to his elbow smattered in cow-poo. That day was just one in that short summer … Continue reading

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Simple Yesterdays

When the kids were young Around this time of the year We’d secure them in the car And head for country lanes. Squashed into the smallest hedgerow gaps Along the roadside, we’d park up, Winkle the kids out roadside Each … Continue reading

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