Do you remember those days..
Way up in the hills..
Clear sunny skies and fleecy clouds..
Taking whichever shape we fancied..
As we lay down in the tall grass..
And idly whiled away the hours..
Lond grass, short trees, LGST..
Was our secret..
Those are mighty oaks now..
But still there, still smiling at me..
As I watch you flit across the sky..
You were a little girl, all of eight..
When the angels came..
I just a year older..
Half a century and more ago..
See you up there soon..
Amongst our clouds..

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