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Friday 20 July 2012

I Wonder ?




If I were to return to that farmhouse…

Where, through my first years, I grew up…
To stand looking out of my window…
O’er the valley’s misty morning cup…


Would I be me…or a stranger…
A person shaped by my sixty years…
By laughter, love, hard endeavour, 
And sorrow’s grieving tears ?




(I am the baby in the top photo).

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