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Oh what a lovely day, Watching the boats come out to play. Sailing up and down the broads, Looking for places to head towards. Up and down the river they go, Some go fast, some go slow. Hoping to see the wildlife pass by, Watching the baby birds trying to fly. Different boats all gather together, They come wathever the weather. Children laugh and splash around, Then stop for a picnic on the ground. Back into the boat once again, Lunch is over, we cannot remain, We have to head back in the time for tea. Our children are happy, And so are we. — Gillian Reid |