A Summers Day
by Ian Curtress
The Beautiful
people will relive the scene
When he said you'll be forever Eighteen
A summers day, a Gainsborough hat
A perfect lawn on which they sat
An ancient oak in nearby glade
Its gentle leaves providing shade
Borders of flowers, colours galore
None could compete with the dress she
wore
Her radiant smile when he said her name
An aurora of gold puts Sunbeams to shame
Sculptured hands now entwine
There to remain until the end of time
Elegant moments not seen again
.......Just a Beautiful Picture
........In a Beautiful Frame |
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