It was Summer
On the lake hung a golden haze
It was Summer
It was one of those endless days
so we talked
through a field of clover
and over a sheepspun hill
and it seemed it would last forever
and it did
came the evening
we swung on a garden gate
it was heaven
you were seven and I was eight
and we watched the stars suspended
walking home down an apple lane
me and rosie
a doll..
a daisychain..
on an evening that would never come again

Spike Milligan
My thanks to Dave Haith.
Believe it or not but it would seem that this is the first time this poem has appeared on a website!
Somebody in an Internet group wrote: "It was printed in a newspaper as part of the funeral service of Linda
McCartney and was read out by David Bailey. It's the one and only time I have seen it in print, and although I have
Googled, etc on Internet, cant find a thing about it "