There were no cuckoos, no sycamores
We played about the forest floor
Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky
We popped the heads off dandelions
Assuming roles from nursery rhymes
Rested on the riverbank
And grew up by and by, and grew up by and by
(Anna McCarrigle - from Goin' back to Harlan, and the version that thrills me every time is Emmylou Harris's on Wrecking Ball)
I've never kept a diary, but if my daughters can fill book upon book with grave and beautiful thoughts about their lives, and their friends' lives, and their friends' mothers and fathers and, maybe, even their own mother and father, then I'm willing to have a go too.
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