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| Along the streets of town, Were people strolling around. Nodding at passerbys Exchanging smiles on the sly. Wondering where to go, Should it be the picture show? I hear they have the moving kind, Would like to see that, I wouldn't mind. Or would it be more fun, To watch people go and come? Take in the sights along the way, Of frilly dresses all in array. The scenes of a summer day In a small town not far away. Where friends come out to meet, And take a stroll along the streets. Ladies comparing their new frocks, Men complaining about the cost of stocks. Children eating ice cream cones, While Daddy tries to lead them along. Little doggies with ribbons and bows, Held by a leash, down the street goes. Barking at each other as they pass, Clipping the heels of some sweet lass. Leisurely passing the afternoon hours, Umbrellas in tow, there maybe showers. Gathering gossip from last week to this, Did you hear? Have you missed? Deciding who was invited to what, Should we accept, or should we not. Decisions, decisions, what dispair, As they flutter about such trivial cares. Must be nice to have such means, As not to worry about food and things. Just concerned about invitations, And not being bothered about relations. Stopping to look into shop displays, Comparing prices, exchanging okays. I love the pink and blue in your dress, And I the peach and pink in your sash. The aqua bows upon your hat, They look so pretty together like that. Oh, You say the dearest things, You are a so sweet and such a dear friend. Well I wonder what the children are doing, Do you think their Fathers are at their ruin. They have been ocuppying them a while, And they are so gracious, always with a smile. Well, I guess we need to scurry home, Round up the others from their roam. The children are tired I know by now, And Father will accept relieve somehow. Thank you dear for a lovely visit, It is so refreshing to stroll with you, Siggy, And you too Shy, what a delight, But soon the day will turn to night. So home we must go and alert the cook, Of the menu for dinner, I will have to look. So until next time, Siggy dear take care Give me a ring, I am always there Written By Shirley Barr June 25, 2005 All Rights Reserved. |
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