A breath of fresh air! Wonderful post.
Here’s the first verse of a poem by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889)
Home – Thoughts, from Abroad
Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England – now!
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I’m sure he was missing England Don’t you? Here’s my response to his poem,
Home – Thoughts from England.
Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s here.
To wake one morning, suddenly aware –
Of blossoming trees, bumble-bees,
Rolling fields turned yellow.
A chaffinch singing merrily
On the bough of next door’s old pine tree.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,
Than in England – now!
Ciscography 
Thank you David, that was quick work…..
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HI,
Oh yes very nice poem. 🙂
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Hi David
SusanJane did a great job there 🙂 I love the enthusiasm for the land.
To have love for one’s country in poems is something I am not used to, I only know of one poet who would write like that in Dutch and he was called Marsman lol so a bit out of reality perhaps. Have a nice St George’s day!
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Thank you Ina! People who are not English think our reticence is due to the fact that we don’t care what happens to us…. We do! 🙂
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She did a great job with her poetic response on her post.. good share
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Yes, indeed – thank you!
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The poem pays close attention to nature which I is quite nice.
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You are a good friend, dfb. It’s a pleasure to know you! I went over to the other blog for a look-see.
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Very nice. Took me back to springtime in England…so fresh and flowery and lovely! Thanks for sharing.
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Russell, thank you so much!
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Thank you so much for your kindness!
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Yes, I saw this on Susan’s blog…and adore it!
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