The forest will wait until he's dreaming ...

I'm holding in my hands my dad's Sunday School Prize - 

Once he'd treasured these pictures of Robin Hood and Little John - 

He'd read how three bold achers fought brave foresters  

He'd stood by Robin's side when rescued the widow's three sons - 

He'd groaned when the pale Abbess opened a vein in Robin's arm - 

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I turn the pages of the book - 

With every chapter there's a memory - 

My dad's sitting beside me now - 

He's anxious to hunt the sheriff's deer with brother Dennis - 

Town Street is shaded by noble oak trees - 

Later they might play football - 

The forest will wait until he's dreaming - 

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Friday 23 February 2018

The Old School House 

East Stoke 

Dorset