On the wings of youth…
Mayfly if ever an angel be
It was you and me
Pirouetting in the air so free
Above a cobweb lea…
If ever a child had azure blue wings
As blue as a periwinkle sky
Then sweet tenderfoot, swimming
It must have been you and I.
Down amongst the meadows
Where the green-woods wend:
Down amongst the willows
Where the reeds draught an end.
There I came a dancing…
A roving like a bee
With honey-dew brown eyes,
By the rivers spree!
Soft as ephemeral moonlight
You took wing with me
Oh mayfly green and tender bright
True angels once were we!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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