Sunshine Child

Sunshine child
Along my country lane
Feet in dust
Dashing thistle heads again

Crushing camomile
Beneath his feet
With heady scent
Of meadowsweet.

In his hedgerow
Fruiting wild
Dark damsons
Just to tempt the child.

And with his lips
All purple stained
With a clang of gate
He's home again.

" I see you got back safe.
Off you go and wash that face."

JL Dec 18 16:02