The Lane by Gene O`Neil..the house
The sunny shine peeked thru bower of trees
The trees were old & unmolested in their nature`s rest
My love & I on bikes did ride
High up & slow as we could be
To left the Tigers-Lilies be
And virgin forest thick with dew
The mansons-summer though they be
As big as boat house with windmill
A bunny rabbit hopped & nibbled
He crossed our path to opsite side
This is true Heaven
The lane hind U Jean Neil- the house
Doctor Anti-Lucci`s first-round from the bend at Pridwin House
Sweet smells of hay un clover
Summer times-my love and I
Tis always special-cauz way too short
My memory holds in treasure trove
Sweet life- thanks` God
May all alive know simpllfy
Sugar Cain
2003 New York
copyrite
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