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THE SHORTCUT
There used to be a shortcut across the big field,
Yet it often took longer as many things it did wield,
All the flowers that grew and finding each name,
Rabbit burrows, seeing scared eyes that turned tame.

The big oak climbing tree right near the fast stream,
Where you could hide in it’s branches, sit and dream,
Watch the birds flitter to and fro, all over the place,
Then meeting a young squirrel close up face to face.

Going to town on an errand mother’s voice would say,
Walk along the street, it takes too long the shortcut way,
I must admit some of my friends were not at all like me,
They did not keep stopping to look at what they could see.

Even now I close my eyes and the green field I imagine,
And remember all the trouble I used to seem to be in,
Wandering through the long grass time just stood still,
I became one with nature, come to love it and always will.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 8 June 2004