(c)2011 Christina Paul
These cool summer breezes
Carries the laughter of little ones
Freedom rings within all their mirth
So careless and chipper
Tall tales of such ventures
How doth all the little boys
Still whisper amongst
Their little schoolyard friends
Beautiful day, yet I ponder
On the rolling hills, there yonder
I sit and...
Think, think, and think
Remembering of a sparrow
As it descended upon my window sill
That day still reminds me of winter
When things where a little bitter
And I will probably grow
Into an ‘o spinster maid
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