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We still keep the old cottage

out there by the lake

where my grandparents spent all their days.

I remember in childhood

great times when we'd take

our canoe there for our holidays.



I can still see the old folk

out there on their porch

enjoying we kids having fun.

It rings with the echoes

of games with a torch

in eveningtime when day was done.



There's an old rocking chair there

still placed for the view

but these days it's rarely in use.

The old folks are gone now

and visits are few,

there's no-one to sit there and muse.



The sunlight and shadows

still play round the door,

the potplants still flower in the sun.

There's no-one to see them

or sit anymore,

just echoes of days that are done.



We visit it briefly

water pot plants, repair,

but our days are too busy for stays.

All alone in the silence

now no-one lives there,

just memories of long ago days.