The Lady Down the Lane

THE LADY DOWN THE LANE I never even knew her name, The white-haired lady down the lane And yet I miss her more than I can say. My walks will never be the same again. I didn’t see her every day; Sometimes early, sometimes late. But I looked forward to the times When she’d be standing by the gate. She called me “dear”, I called her “love”. Now non-PC apparently. But neither of us took offence; That’s the way it used to be. We quietly talked of this and that. Her garden was her great delight. She taught me names of flowers and shrubs How to treat black spot and blight. Her son and daughter seldom came. They both had busy lives, she said They quickly found the time to come To sell her house now she is dead. 15th March 2020 The Lady Down the Lane contest Sponsor - Craig Cornish