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To Any Reader - In my top ten

It has to be one of all time favourites as I remember Mum watching us from the kitchen window.... well I pretend I remember because in reality, there was a great big, 70's brick shed between the window and the view of the garden..... but hey that's the power of poetry - it can move sheds of the past (in my mind at least)

To Any Reader

As from the house your mother sees You playing round the garden trees, So you may see, if you will look Through the windows of this book Another child, far, far away, And in another garden, play. But do not think you can at all, By knocking on the window, call That child to hear you. He intent Is all on his play-business bent. He does not hear; he will not look Nor yet be lured out of this book. For, long ago, the truth to say, He has grown up and gone away, And it is but a child of air

That lingers in the garden there.

That lingers in the garden there.

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