The Illustrated Defender of Wandgas    

 

                   

 

~ Park Walks ~

 

St. James was where we first took turns,

Talk of past, present, future concerns,

Autumn had lost many leaves,

New life hope, hidden it weaves,

As the buds protected under bark,

There is warmth despite the dark,

Nearer home we met at last,

The mill lost in Morden’s past,

At a table taking tea,

Budding writer, waiting you see,

Rucksack full of wise books,

Talked so much we never looked,

When the shadows grew long,

 I felt so strong it was a song.

 

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A Spring Equinox