England's Midsummer Dream Poem by Joyce Hemsley

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.