The
village years
The
sound of bicycles bell
Ringing
in the early morning light
Sometimes
the sound of Honda cubs
The
weather was cool
The
fresh air and cool light
Trees
standing tall
The
children's playground
The
early sound of morning exchanges
Some
got up early to walk to the bus stop
Some
cycled to work in group or single
Days
of cool weather the birds tweeting
The
sound of early years
The
carefree running chasing kites
The
playground in the mind
Evening
sunset the crows cackling wide
The
village years
The
time had changed
The
years rolled away
It
was just in memory
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