Monday 24 April 2023

The country I love (block)


A clap went around the anvils of my tears. The country I love 

is bleeding to death. Back in my day, everyone was paid in 

golden sovereigns, would sleep well at night no one was ill or died 

the weather was perfect & you could get 200 pints of bitter

for a quid in a bushel, the English National Dance 

was still Boomps a Daisy. In summer, all the streams were drained 

& filled with flowers!& Daisies, & oh our boys never left home. They worked hard & made do with nothing.