Wait for me at the top of the old stairs where the creaks are the loudest and splinters catch your nightgown as you walk up to bed   By the old water pump wait for me to talk of fairies and nymphs that play in…

Once upon a summer so long ago We picked strawberries in a farmer’s field I found it delightful and so fun to eat The memories stir now as I watch them grow Thinking of those days a summer so long ago