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It wasn`t such a sunny day
when first we trundled onto the train,
To where I did not know,
Swaying,rolling back and forth
In carriage style we went.
With fleeting doors and windows
our eyes moved on with awesome sight,
unaware what lay ahead.
We saw the creatures bending low,
"Was that a donkey?"someone cried.
Tired and wondering;wheels a-rumbling
into the green,green pastures.
Once there our distribution started
and into a cottage we`d call home.
Five long years this was our abode.
Such happiness I`ll never forget!
Candles,lamps,gas mantles alas!
Chamber pots and outside lavs,
Stone furnaces,open fires and bellows,
Became the norm of the day.
The blackness of the night
without the street lamps bright.
Those sunny,sunny days!
Cowslips,bluebells,buttercups and daisies,
into the woods where the fairies dwell.
A land of fantasy,wonderment and pleasure
All amongst the purple heather.
"My Bonnie lies over the ocean"
Was music to my ears.
My invisible friend slid into my dreams.
Those sunny, sunny days!
Blackberries,redcurrants,raspberries we picked,
With our baskets hooked over our arm.
The scent,the touch,the sight,simply heaven!
A babbling brook ran by the house
into goodness where!?
The rising of the brook when stormy,
Caused a rushing ,swishing sound,
Evermore to reign in my ears
to remember evermore!
Those sunny ,sunny days!
All these things I learned to treasure
and appreciate without measure.
I can`t forget those lovely people,
Whose love was unconditional!
In the realm of `Sunny days and Cowslips`

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