England's Midsummer Dream

Scarlet poppies grow where breezes blow And Lords and Ladies stand in a line. Elder trees, with black and red berries Tell us it's time for elderberry wine. The holly bush wears a bright glossy sheen O'er field and byway, green glow can be seen. Natural beauty in a land full of love Where skylarks are flying high up above. Lush are the pastures, covering valleys below Beyond little cottages - row upon row. In scenery majestic, near mountain and sea The sheep and the cattle graze peacefully. Whilst under the bridge rolls a clear crystal stream Robin Hood on his steed is a picture supreme. England dear England - Oh how you beam. You are Shakespeare's Midsummer Dream. Joyce Hemsley.