School Holidays End

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School holidays end

Bringing misty, damp mornings

Ready for autumn

Days Getting Shorter

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Days getting shorter

Blackberries now ripening

Chill in morning air

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The first time I saw her,
She was blue;
Cord wrapped round her neck.

She was mine.
She was ours.
We loved her.

Now in her teens,
She breaks our hearts.
But we love her just the same.

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Scent of summer honeysuckle
Mixed with early morning dew
Stimulating all my senses
Cannot e’er compete with you

Walk with me in moonlight’s splendour
Where the honeysuckle grows
Watch the sunrise o’er the mountain
Bathing all in tender glow

Let us listen to the chorus
Of the morning birds in song
Singing out of love’s contentment
Oh may our love last that long

And, as all the world is stirring
Let us simply slip away
To our restful, peaceful garden
Till the morning turns to day

Oh, my love, may you feel comfort
In my arms may you find bliss
Sleep, awhile, in summer’s dawning
There to dream of love’s first kiss

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It isn’t the sun

Or even the sea and sand

You make my summer