Summer meadows, linnet song, bees buzzing, climbing trees, swinging across the river on a rope, dirty knees, torn jumper, shouting for a jam sandwich up to my ma, who threw it out the third floor window in a brown paper bag! Happy times innocent and carefree I wish I could step back into that moment of joy.
Michael Cochrane ©
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