Tuesday, May 28, 2024



For St George’s Day

All on a summer’s day, come memories of England, far away.
Where warm and soft Easter’s air caresses my tired, old, mind
and brings me fair scents of fields and flowers.
And sounds out of time:-
Doves in the oak-wood, crows calling from the elms, magpies flashing by.
The smell of mushrooms in the morning, christened by heaven’s dew.
Long grass and slow rivers. And mist.
Here a pristine stream with deep, still, pools.
Its sifted sandbars glinted over by sticklebacks and kingfishers.
Over there, cheerful sounds of waters scurrying back to their sea.
Whilst a gentle breeze teases with the poplars’ leaves.
Yet even more:-
Violet posies line the lane along the blue-belled woods.
Hawthorn hedgerows guard shy primroses clustered round their roots.
Daffodils, and later cowslips, joyfully gild those long remembered meadows.
All the while England’s ancient bells peal Grandsire down the listening valley.
And church towers fly our hero’s flag, proud to proclaim :- St George’s Day!

My thanks:- Alison, Janice, Kathy

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