Sunday School AfternoonsA Poem by NevilleSunday School
Afternoons Don’t you think it’s funny how we each cling
to
certain familiar things .. The sweet scent of old saw mills in forests and the subtle hit of wildflower and cottage gardens on the way
to
nowhere in particular .. Except for maybe, a surprise roadside picnic with the folks and grandparents on those amazing carefree and always sunny Sunday afternoons that we once used to love so much before the return
journey homeward bound in
Dads old green van .. Not to mention the sound of all those clear freshwater rivers where the grayling could be found and spawned, year after year and the crazy idea every single thing
would
sooner or later be perfect .. © 2025 Neville
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3 Reviews Added on January 19, 2025 Last Updated on January 19, 2025 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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