Filby Broad Twenty five years ago I walked this way, With children laughing On another summer day We lived close to here And knew it well, The sound of lapping water, What tales it could tell Just a minute’s walk From woodland to Broads, Through dappled light We walked the boards You, my daughter, Always …
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Wendy Wordsmith 