The Brook
A Memory of Gayton.
Wonderful memories! It was awonderful place to have grown up. I learned to swim in the brook, aged about 11 years.
I wonder who wrote the following which I was taught in school. Very appropriate!
"Little stream flowing through woodland and valley,
down where the lovely forgetmenots grow,
where are you going Oh clear rippling water,
down through the meadows where willows bend low.
Little birds love you they drink of your water,
whom is so cool on a warm summer's day.
Dancing above you the dragon flies flitter,
then in the moonlight the fox come to play".
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