Poetry

Thank you Karen. I will begin a course of tablets...I'm unsure of the name - my GP phoned me yesterday and he speaks as he writes his prescriptions, quickly and in the latter case, illegilbe :-) in September....

Here is a poem for you to ponder.  My brother, who resides in Somerset, UK, has assured me - and I believe him - there are still some beautiful places to be seen in England...this poem could relate to many countries.

Regards,

 Harry.

Oh, to walk again on England’s soil

On which no man with greed despoil

With unsightly steel machinery

From whence the saddened eye can see

The steam and smoke with noxious stench

That to the stomach it must wrench

No more to walk in treeless glade

That no longer offers shade

Nor dip one’s feet in river’s flow

That fishes ne’er to adulthood grow

Polluted beaches no more invite

Their sandy shores, a poignant sight

The county-side with abandoned junk

A sign that common decency has sunk

To a degree that some don’t care

About the beauty that was to share

That once was England’s tapestry

A tribute to the Master’s artistry

Cottages emroidered of brown and white

And floral gardens of which poets write

Of colors bright, and shades of green

The likes before that none had seen

Alas, how modern times have altered

And perception of life now distorted

Will our Earth ever again recover?

And once again, become Nature’s mother

Solace to Ruth and Lyn.

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Perchance, Denzil treads the soggy ground

Since you ladies say he can't be found

As you say, he's tending his sheep

But then, of course, he may be asleep

Eiter way, he will answer your call

But you may have to wait until next Fall

Fret not dear ladies, he will reply

When he finds the right time is nigh

Harry