4 June 2012
A lone rose, on a windowsill, A picturesque scene, like an artist's still; My siblings, cousins, their dog and I, Ran wildly through Summer, so dry.
Whilst Parent and Uncle and Aunt stood near, We traversed through woods till we reached a clear.
Stumbling upon the cottage we had rented, Deep, majestic, and well presented, Suddenly in the tall grass, I found I was alone, Sitting, amongst birdsong, Remembering home.
Remembering Home • Opuss № I