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remembering the calvesi remember the calves in my childhood days when we spent time with them n gave them the hay when they licked on our fingers n stared in our eyes they sure were so lovely and we were so wise i remember the haylofts and the old cow shed the places we played and what granfer said i still can recall the springs on the heath were i grew up cutting my teeth i remember the brickyard and the farm house we had to be as good as gold n quiet as a mouse though we played with the gypsys and we ran on the moors oh to be young then when we knew it all i remember the artist who painted our house with roses around the windows and stable doors i remember the smell of his turpentine brush and the colours he used then we were just kids and full of trust i remenber the hillsides and the canford estates where the lord of the manor would open his gate i remember the planes that flew from hurn oh we were keen then and had a craving to learn Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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