The Hills were Colin’s true weekend retreat, He said<\/p>\n
Gooseberry Hill a rather rugged place<\/p>\n
We visited his Italian friend\u00a0 Ashanti in her garden<\/p>\n
full of wonder and\u00a0\u00a0 infact instead<\/p>\n
Guava’s, Juicy Pears and sweet Persimmons<\/p>\n
a dozen\u00a0 Bantam eggs, and\u00a0 lots more too<\/p>\n
Some tasty Italian Tomatoes, and some squashes<\/p>\n
and some rocket and a cauliflower or two.<\/p>\n
Off we went to meet his Dad and there he was<\/p>\n
An engineer who knew a thing or two<\/p>\n
Working on the hydro plants in Malaya long ago<\/p>\n
But still aware of exactly what to do<\/p>\n
He offerred me a can of good old Coopers<\/p>\n
Icy cold and I went and used his Loo<\/p>\n
We walked around his garden<\/p>\n
And met his dear old dog<\/p>\n
And listened to the tales he liked to tell<\/p>\n
Clearly he missed his wife<\/p>\n
A man quite free of strife<\/p>\n
Upright, and on form and looking well<\/p>\n
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