This week's Saturday poem is on memories, and by way of contrast to the cold and dark of winter, it's looking back at the rather wet summer.
By the church, the road around the bay
Raining onto the umbrella, falling down
And up past the graveyard, one wet day
With summer's drizzle like a gown
Up to the Trent Grave, the simple cross
No ornament here, no fine boasts done
Just plain names around to mark the loss
But clouds depart, as comes the sun
In church yard, at the wall, beside the sea
The bay beautiful, blue seas, yellow sand
And I caress your hair, we kiss, you and me
And we walk off together, hand in hand.
La Journée Întèrnâtionale du Thée - International Tea Day - Aniet ch'est la Journée Întèrnâtionale du Thée *Today is International Tea Day* - Du thée - Tea - Salon dé thée? - Thée et asseûthance - Tea and ...
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