Salt Marsh Fields
Lavender
Lilac and forget
Me not blue
A blustery breeze
Be blowing but true
Butterflies buckets
And spades
Pon my word
My fine friend
Were those not
The days
Golden
And carefree
Sun downwardly
Beating
Cuckoo’s a coo kin
And spring
Lambs a bleating
In salt marsh
Fields silvered
Where we once
Shared our first kiss
Aye there
Where a handful of
Poppies provided
A pillow and
Wild garlic grew
In disorganised rows
Tis where we oft
Enjoyed picnics and always
Had daisies n sand tween
Each of our
Perfect pink toes
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Author:
Neville (
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Great visions come out of this. I think youve encapsulated the magic of a certain stage when we begin to sense something else about girlies. Spring in the air and sap rises.
I reckon you may well be write my friend, cheers ...
Neville
Ah - - those were really the best of days Nev where innocence tried kissing and you verse it so well with the sounds, the smells and the wild flowers - - took me back to Billingham's Field near our local reservoire and being sixteen....... x
I got a big smile on my face this fine Sunday mane.... thank you Fay, and then some...
Neville
Smile away my imaginative pal - I was the one that ran that day.... ha - - (but I did later venture back I may add. !! ) ........... x
no bloomin kiddin.......... 🙂
A fine write N - you in meadows and pastures green?!
am sitting at my computer screen but looking across the old lane at pastures green... thank you for showing an interest.... Neville
Thanks N. This sounds like some 'classical' poet's words. Being a bit un-cultured (am I?) I'm not 'into' being an authority on many well-known poets!
dont worry, far too many hide behind masks... just enjoy, what you enjoy... Neville
AHHHHH!!!! Young love
Precisely... thank you Suresh.... Neville
Beautiful write and beautiful memories, those times were so very special, thank you for taking me there with your words.
my sincere pleasure and thank you sir..... Neville
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