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
on an evening that would never come again
|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 "
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|Posted July 29, 2015
From: Abi Ingram
Thank you for putting the Spike
Milligan poem 'Lyric' up, my grandad
loved it and I've been trying to find a
copy to read at his funeral next week.
He used to well up every time he read
it to me and he had it in an anthology,
but I couldnt find the book, nor could I
find it anywhere on the Internet! So,
thank you, as I am so happy I can read
it to him one last time.
CA: I was touched and honered Abi. I am so
sorry for your loss. - Colin