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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344639" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ladies' Walk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As children, we loved to go to Ladies’ Walk, if the weather was fine.<br>The Walk, itself, was situated at the top of town, atop a gentle incline.<br>To us, as children, the Walk seemed to stretch onwards, for many a mile; <br>It seemed to us, with our little legs, to be as long as the mighty River Nile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The earthen path was covered by a canopy of tall, towering trees.<br>Aromas from the world of nature wafted upon the gentle breeze.<br>On either side, there were large fields, where horses often grazed.<br>From vantage points, down upon the town, we would stop and gaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brother and I would often play a game of Hide ‘n’ Seek; <br>From out of behind the tall trees, we took it in turns, to peek.<br>We loved to collect conkers; I loved their smooth, shiny shells.<br>I was blown away by the patches of pretty, blossoming bluebells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often, I would find sheep’s wool, caught on the fence of barbed wire; <br>Of collecting nature’s trinkets and treasures, I never ever seemed to tire.<br>The tall trees had been there for many a year; some sported ivy-clad bark.<br>Some were etched with initials and hearts, where lovers had left their mark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The path was said to be haunted by a man, who was headless, of course; <br>At dusk, he’d be seen riding along, mounted upon his trusty white horse.<br>At the very end of the pathway, there were remains of an old Roman road; <br>I could almost imagine the armies marching along, laden with heavy loads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon our return home, we were always exhausted from being out and about; <br>We would sit on the floor, while mum cooked tea, and sort our treasures out.<br>Ladies’ Walk still exists, but from what I have heard, it’s changed somewhat; <br>But the special times that we spent there as a family, I have never ever forgot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q>
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