She loves me, she loves me not,
Puffing away at a Dandelion clock
On a timeless breathless afternoon
In a lush green Lambwaths paddock.
Six endless weeks of summer holiday
Somehow suddenly drawing to an end,
One of the last days of their last week
Enjoying my hours with an old friend.
Next week the last school year starts,
Life changing decisions to be made,
Some staying in the academic world
Most, like me, into work, maybe trade.
So this special afternoon, of this week
The last long holiday most will know
Puffing at the Dandelion clock hoping
Just for a while time will gently slow
Knowing this special afternoon
With this special friend
Marks the start of the months
That will bring childhood to an end.
The summer sun's lazy heat,
The murmuring Lambwaths stream,
Inducing a pleasant state
Almost like a living, waking dream.