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Down memory land again..
One sunny day
Looking across the field one sunny day ;
The stretch
of meadow before me lay
The sky above smiled its sunny smiles ;
Having nothing to do , I walked the miles .
I sauntered to a deserted garden
Once flowers and fruits
grew ; now barren.
I thought of those sweet peas and mango
That made us climb the trees long ago .
Beneath the old oak tree , I stopped
At the sound of
woodpeckers chop ! chop !
Loud and eerie in the stillness of this place
Alone, the cellars wall stood, in faded grace.
The footpath down to the valley was sealed
Long
grass grew profusely in the grain- field .
I mentally pictured the valley down below .
How tall those trees that grow and grow .
I trekked on , the grass beneath my feet crackled.
My
interest in adventures now kindled .
I delighted in taking short cuts and detours.
Sometimes I lost my way in the contour.
That's the place where Mary and I picked berries
On a
hot summer day on these prairies .
Here's the place we played hide and seek
We each took turn to hide and to seek.
A brook meandered along its bubbling way ;
To this
brook we stealthily crept end of each day
To dip in the coolness or swim to the opposite shore.
The brook offers so
much fun ; it's never a bore !
Often , we picnicked beside this murmuring stream.
Under
the old oak tree; away from the sunbeams .
We even shared our crumbs or tit -bits
With the birds or ducks , that here
inhabit .
Now , the same trees , the same grasslands
The same
brook and the same sky overhead expands .
But the teenagers that roamed free its buxom
Were not around to say hello
, except me, now mom.
Agatha Lai
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