Last stop, so there is only us
She smiles as we sit down together
We comment on the lovely weather.
It's warm and I've just done a tour
A lovely cup of tea's in store.
Happiness just sometimes comes:
She offers me her glut of plums!
The jam boils as I sip my tea
I think, how lucky can I be?
Chopped and simmered there's a lot
So tomorrow – I'll give her a pot!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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