Abel has come to visit me
And I take him in the garden
We go to the pond
Abel counts the tadpoles
We have reached eighty two
And there are plenty more.
We give up.
Autumn has touched the trees
with its little finger
The cherry tree is already turning flame red and yellow.
I tell Abel to go and play
Go in and make myself coffee
Abel has found a stick he is sitting astride
And shouting Giddy up, Henry, Giddy up
Henry is not so obedient
Abel gives up and wants his lunch
I make him peanut butter sandwiches
Bring him some apple juice to drink.
His mother comes to collect him
The garden is so quiet now
And I too miss him till next time.
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This is such a charming poem. Wonderful details.