To smell the rose

She was walking down the parklands (an esplanade beside the water) With the joy of boundless children playing freely in the park The water breeze was slowing – (though not the joy from sunshine dancing) The far horizon (it drew nearer) as she stopped to smell the rose

The children

They would canoodle and swoodle and oodle and boodle and cajole and rumble and fall   They’d get up and they’d play and dance every which way and entice everyone each one and all   They would complain when they’d suffer some pain and bruises and oozes and which   But they’d always get well … Continue reading The children