Sweet grasses grow

 

 Down daisied fields sweet grasses grow
Down these green fields,I know,I know.
In unploughedy fields  where wild flowers  blow
We’ll meet again,I Iove you so.

It was in the first soft summer light
I saw you standing,hair so bright.
I saw you by the drystone wall.
I never doubted you at all.

 

When meadows bright all bloom again
I know we’ll see you coming then..
in sunny fields where wildflowers hide
I know my love is by my side.

Oh,come dear  heart,do not delay..
We are not long till in the clay.
I’ll stand upon the beacon here
And never rest,till you are near.

When flowering buds all open wide
When bees to poppies  swiftly glide.
When your dear heart is pressed to mine
Our eyes will melt and souls combine.

Oh,where are you,my dearest one
All too soon our lives  are gone
I gaze across the fields  and hills.
As sunset-sky with flames is filled.

When buttercups and celandine
Beckon  to me in my dreams.
When apple blossom fills the tree
I believe with love I’ll see.I’ll see.

New Menu

Main course

Cheese on hoist  plus free HP Choice
Beans scone boast
Eggs in pease sauce  with lice
Shattered   acorn  ditties
Sausage bowls  with sonatas
Foxglove salad and  Green Cheese
Cheese clones and beetroot
Quiche   with  whips and wish on a dish

Dessert

Trifle with men or scream
Rice flooding with jam
Hot dry desert and lemonade
Yoghurt from the moat in the field
Jellied scream
Apple pie  and fussed herd
Mirthday Quake
Apple Mouse Cordon Sanitaire
.Fatless  home baked sponge cake with strawberry and my wife free.

Astonishing that we should live at all

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To fulminate against the hands of fate.
To vent our anger on beloved friends
Will not repair our ills and our mistakes
But may bring friendships to a bitter end.

For who are we to know what is the best?
Who are we to choose when loved ones die?
And do not think this is a needed test.
As if on us God wastes his time to spy.

Once we were a joining of two cells
The lively sperm, a salmon riding high.
The egg awaiting without need for bells
Is fertilised and grows that which shall die.

Astonishing that we should live at all.
Unsurprising, that a loved one falls