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We'd wash it down with a bottle of pop, that fizzled and tickled up our noses and when we'd done we'd get up again and maybe to gather some posies We played in cornfields with corn up over our heads, the cornflowers blue and long slender poppies in brightest shades of red. We gazed in wonder when we saw Mother badger feeding her babies three she led them to the stream to have a drink, then back to her den under the tree. We splashed in the stream and guddled for fish and got ourselves soaked to the skin we laughed and teased each other in fun , and took it all with a grin. when the sun goes down we'd say with a frown I think it's time to go home So come on Mary, Pete , Tommy and Jill, not forgetting little Ben Home we must walk before it gets dark, but tomorrow we'll come again When we were children we were unaware of the beauty we had in hand But preserve it we must, before it is buried beneath concrete and dust and we have lost our treasured fair land Arlene Phillips 2015

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