In those branches I see my name
Those very same initials
As on the schoolboys satchel
That only-one nomenclature
With which I sought out fame
Famous as a bright spark
Famous as a talented kid
Famous as a footballer
Who could hit the dustbin lid
Years have moved one
The breeze still waves the trees
As it did down by the stream
Trout tickled quiet under water
Grass marks on my knees
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