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Author Name: PremiumCorin 7 Comments
Date Added: June 30, 2008 17:06:16 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Glory of England
This is the glory of England;
Long evening sunlight in late June
Dappling grass and trees yellow and green,
High cirrus dappling sky blue and white,
Soft breezes and balmy airs
Caressing nose and skin with scents and soft touches.
The grounds of this old hospital
Are a peaceful  asylum from a mad world.
That most English of sounds -
Church bells at their Monday practice -
Echoes ringingly from tall hospital buildings
So that the bells seem to come from all around,
As if half a dozen churches were practising at once.
When this pleasant sound
Is drowned by the strident
Call to prayer five times a day
That will be England finished;
Conquered by a stealthy invasion,
Sacrificed to a mad politically correct god
Who somehow escaped hospital confines
And brought Summer to an end.
Author's Notes:
We should all be in St Nicolas's Hospital now and our politically leaders in the High Security Ward of Bamburgh Clinic.
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Comment By: Freecolin skilton on July 1, 2008 04:03:04 PM Report
Whay Aye David,

Yes indeed our England is in a bit of a mess is she not, loaded down so she cannot see her children anymore and crying for them too.

We the writers of this century and who live here must do what writers have done throughout time,

tell it for what it is and m ove the truth out there, stand up for what we believe and find a way for this sadness to find just and lasting peace for all so that we can all live our lives in honour and respect of each others beliefs without the need for such stupid politically cioreect nonsense rules.

We don't need rules, we need understanding patience and love and the need to belive in EACH OTHER not mamom.

If you need to someone to write to David, i am in Surrey, contact me and i will be happy to write back.


Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on June 30, 2008 11:35:43 PM Report
David ....exceptional poem.

It saddens me, and heightens my fears of tomorrow.

The scene set, you unfolded the stark reality in such a striking way.


You wrote this brilliantly!

*Going to my faves*


~Cindy xo


Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on June 30, 2008 10:22:22 PM Report
The poem had me in its clutches and then switched near the end from a description of England's glory to something political. (saddened my experience) I pray this shall never comes to pass.



Comment By: Freeb doneff on June 30, 2008 07:44:36 PM Report
Every country has its problems and downfalls, but I still cannot wait to see it all firsthand!

Oh, and if you wind up in the hospitl of clinic, I'll send flowers, lol..
Excellent piece, guess I have a rosied view or Merry Old England..

Comment By: Freenoah count on June 30, 2008 07:01:26 PM Report
The downside of empire building.  Under the guise of religion, civilizations clash, though their swords are sheathed, for now.  It is a sin that the most beautiful, eclectic language and culture will be bedouinized within this century. 
Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on June 30, 2008 06:55:45 PM Report
I have never been to England but I kind of like the Beatles. 


Seriously, two-thirds down this poem turned and I wonder if the US is different right now in the course of history.  Granted, things change but your words 'stealthy invasion' speak volumes. 

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on June 30, 2008 05:25:26 PM Report
 Goodness what a vision you have painted with words.. I always enjoy your poetry about England... So grand and old churches and hospital  surround with  the bells of peace... beautiful...
 Hugs ~ She Whispers


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