by Jem Croucher


On Tulley’s Farm the maize was high
The August sunshine, kind
Just about right for all of us
To laugh, relax, unwind

We raced on the pedal go-karts
Swung on swings, explored the wood
Played giant draughts, watched some goats
Had coffee, ate some food

Then it was time for amazement
And getting lost in meandering ways
As we ventured into the joy that was
Tulley’s giant maize maze

Memories are made from days like this
Of happiness and fun
Captured in some photographs
On a day in August sun

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