Rolled up trousers
Trilby's on our knees
Flying kites
And maybe we might
Be floating on the breeze
Hammocks and hurricanes
Those old narrow chicanes of love
Lollipops and spotted frocks
And pigeons which look like doves
Walk towards the picture taker
Images so clear to freeze
Passing rites
And maybe we might
Be sitting on the leaves
Grandpapas and Aunty Jane's
Those lost remains of love
Hollyhocks and empty docks
Seagulls in the pigeon loft above