Thursday, June 28, 2012

Tea Memories

Weekly Commune

The green of spring in the new picked tea

Flushes with joy under the shade of the tree

My friends gather round in gladness gleam

As the tea flows endless like a rippling stream

With mingled memories of happiness, I see

The joys of friendship now sheltering me

This meeting occurs each Saturday at noon

We do not stay silent in this weekly commune