strawberry paws

Take me back to the raspberry and strawberry picking days of my youth, where sticky fingerprints linger on clothes and where balmy summer’s eves are spent playing in the garden.

Take me back to a time long forgotten, where the willows weep,
the crawly creatures creep and grass stains my knees.

Take me back to the place where the Candytuft fairies speak,
where the monsters growl from under the bed and the lions sleep.