a sort of a song like poem...sentimental ,but on this sunny English day it sort of seemed fitting to write it.
beautiful memories
of sunsets and honeybees
green leaved shady trees
children saying yes please
smoke from a chimney stack
waiting to see when fathers back
coming down the beaten track
i`ll wait and see...
beautiful memories
of silver planes and candy canes
white ghosts from a passing train
laughing clouds and the morning rain
never grow old
never grow old
oh never grow old
my child.....