And the morning light will warm my tired bones I’ll run through the trees. Wimbledon Common
Distant memory of a picnic. I hope you think of me
Dream world. Its own silent claim to remain
Lilac Time. Wimbledon Common
Oh lover you can walk oh your shadow still stalks from between the trees
The West Wind blew Wimbledon Common
Winter dreaming Wimbledon Common
Winter Morning Wimbledon Common
With twilight tangled in the trees
Dusky walk. Wimbledon Common
