The Summerhouse (early idea)

Do you remember the way it used to be

June to September in a cottage by the sea

Distant cousins, local kids

We climbed every tree together

And it never ever rained

Till we climbed back on the train

That would take us so far away

From the village and the bay

And the summerhouse

Where we found new games to play

Do you remember Sunday lunch on the lawn

Daring escapes at midnight

And costumeless bathes at dawn

You were only nine years old

And I was barely ten

It's kind of weird to be back here again