O For The Wings Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Hand in hand they wandered
north-eastward, across the vales
'twas in the beautiful summertime
in England's Yorkshire Dales.

The sun shone over the valley
and the countryside was never so fair
on the day he wooed the one he loved
the girl with the flaxen hair.

His heart and mind had been captured
by softness as pure as the snow
his young life he would surrender
because he adored her so.

Voices rang out from a village church
as he knelt before his Love
and a choirboy's song echoed sweetly
'O For the Wings of a Dove'.

Who else within the whole wide world
could feel such ecstasy rare?
At a time when fairy-tales came true
they vowed their lives to share.