Chasing the years over the sleeping grass ...

I'm reading Something Wicked This Way Comes -

It reminds me of the times when my dad was young - 

Read this he'd said - laughter defeats the dark - 

Those days he'd walked with brisk steps over the bright pavements - 

Heroes lived in the small town - 

He wore a golden hat - 

Each day was a day of summer - 

Early tomorrow morning, at three o'clock, I'll listen out for the music of the calliope - 

The metal horses will chase the years over the sleeping grass - 

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Saturday 3 September 2016

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset