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What Does Maisie Smile About
What Does Maisie Smile About? (or A Tale of 3 Ladders) “I wonder what Maisie smiles about, when she stares out of her window?”asks Jane, the new carer at St. Mary's, is curious, about the aged figure watching the rain Maisie is deep in her thoughts today, “Maisie, Maisie”, her Grandpa cries, “these ripe apples won't pick themselves you know!” and up the long ladder her young legs rise (1st ladder) Autumn, in the golden orchard of yesteryear, the warm setting sun, the birds and the bees, the grown ups, all so merry with chatter, Maisie and friends, all playing at ease Such happy days of Autumn sun, of foraged blackberries and apple cake, of sweet plum puddings and then, apple with cheddar in the same bake The adults, merry now, and all a dance, the tree house ladder calls the young throng, (2nd ladder) the boys scatter 'jacks', the girls make 'cat's cradle', then all descend to skip in time to song This is what I reminisce about, and my time is far from past, you see, I hear them, calling me, up that final ladder, “Maisie, your young legs will soon be free!” Not long now, as I grow so very tired, I will shed my 'costume' of aged joints so sore, and return again to the young girl that I really am, and sprint up those ladder rungs once more! (3rd ladder) Mrs Cheryl Darby 2015
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