Running faster than the hare ...

I walked barefoot across the lawn - 

I felt the cool touch of the garden upon my skin - 

Daisies were small stars in a green heaven - 

Celandines were a fearless yellow - 

I'd worn socks and shoes for too many days - 

Now I'd wear a wild shirt - 

I'd trace the outline of the moon - 

I'd chase the sun and run faster than the hare -

15.00

Tuesday 28 March 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset