Do you remember
Those Laburnham summers
Of golden mornings
And the tensioned heat
Of drawn out afternoons.
Raspberries
Unsugared from the cane,
Vanilla tasting,
Home made,
Longs ice cream
Jam faced children
Tucking in to tea?
All vanished now
But still a glow,
That memory remains
So long ago.
JL April 16 09:35
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