The summer house was empty,

with summer nearly gone

And the holiday man

With a pocket full of seaweed covered sand

Asked me the way

To the nearest

Salvation Army Band

To play in through the winter

Till once again

Summer was nearly gone

Former Picture Editor. Now a sometime photographer and poet.

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