In March, before us lay the ocean wide
The wind danced along the sandy dunes,
Salt seaweed, gulls swooping in graceful glide,
Hands clasped, our merry hearts laugh playful tunes.
In hot July, sun rolls sweat down our backs
As we drill earth with a post hole digger,
Guiding the handles of an iron auger,
Building together our place to relax
The Autumn leaves fall in many colours
But true beauty’s never fading glories
Are deeper than all our human dolours
While our laughter is told in many stories.
With age comes the time for new activity,
Now is the time for generativity.
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