All Seasons.

Poem By Roy Storey

Will you ever
walk in England.
Will you ever,
talk in England.
Going down to Warwick
on a fine spring day.
Dancing round the may pole
the king and queens of may.
A day for all seasons
all seasons in a day.

Comments about All Seasons.

Pure enchantment. Like an old tune, this one lingers in the mind. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra

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