On a Sunday morning,
In the bright sunshine
You’ll see them all
In their finest
Taking a walk
With husband or wife
Along with the children,
Escaping the strife
No work for the blacksmith
The shops are all closed
They’ve all been to church
So a walk is proposed
And while making their way
To the local town fair
Some humbugs and sweets
The family will share
As mum and dad rest
In their boaters and hats
The children play games
With the balls and their bats
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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