A breath of fresh air! Wonderful post.

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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!


 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!

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  1. 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!


  2. 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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