Sunday in April - beautiful, sunny;
The daffodils in bloom, blossom on trees.
Just right for driving down the lane to see
Brother and sister and their families.
Birds circle in the sky, borne by the breeze
Above a country churchyard where we play,
Looking at graves and Roman ruins; these
Are moments captured for another day
On film: the little things that children say
That may not be correct, grammatically,
But make such entertaining DVDs.
The church, locked, doesn’t ask us in to pray,
But bells ring out at four, the memory
Of rural order and old pieties.
Sun 1 Apr 2007
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