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Memories of . . . 

 

Rushing streams and tall green trees;

Of burning sun and cooling breeze;

     Wooden houses, gaily painted;

     Brooms and baskets decorated.

 

Splendid churches, red bell towers;

Sunny gardens - lovely flowers!

     The archipelago's close by

     With sailing ships and gulls that cry.

 

Swimming in the clear cool lakes;

Drinking coffee, eating cakes.

     Ships and shops and chiming clocks;

     Sandy beaches; lots of rocks.

 

Travelling on the wooden trams;

Blonde-haired babies in their prams.

     Buying cards and eating ices . . . . .

     Trying not to think of prices!

 

Singing birds and silver birch;

Sipping tea next to the church.

     Everyone is eating fish - - - 

     And everyone speaks English! 

 

 There's only one thing left to say:

'In Sweden we would love to stay,

     But England calls us to return,

     There's work to do, money to earn.' 

 

Our holiday’s been really great,

But friends and family now await,

     So goodbye Sweden we must say,

     But we’ll be back another day.

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