D.E. Coombe Poems

There is a word I long to say
To someone who is far away.
That word is- Mother.
There is a hand I long to touch
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There is a little black road winding down through the vale
To a little white cot near the sea
There are two little green gates
Where a black spaniel waits,
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I have such a pretty garden
Though rather small.
I'll tell you just the little things
I can recall.
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