Breakfast at Bradenham Woods - Molly Drake

It was dark and cold

It was April cold

The very beginning of day

I was just about twelve years old

Long ago and far away

But it’s one of the things I remember still

I always have and I always will

The sun coming up like a dazzling cup

Just over Saunderton Hill

Then there was…

Breakfast at Bradenham Woods

In the airs of the morning

Mornings at seven

To borrow what Browning would say

Heaven could never lay on

Such a clamour of birdsong

The larch, the primrose

Sunlight slanting and gay

Breakfast at Bradenham Woods

And without any warning

A magic was made that has stayed

For the whole of my life

I could never go back

Without breaking the spell

Well then, I’ll never try

For breakfast at Bradenham Woods

I must keep til I die