of a morning such as this
sometimes a morning so fine
it is straight out of a childhood book
running running
butterfly hunting
flower collecting for mum
seaside days burnt into memory
of castles and icecream
calamine
sunballs seaweed
a morning such as this she said
to the dog’s delight
the rabbits were afoot
birds a wing ~~
loosestrife counting down the summer days
one after another
run!
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