Poetry for St. George’s Day.

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!


13 thoughts on “Poetry for St. George’s Day.

  1. What a lovely way to commemorate your English heritage, Susan! I like way you’ve modernised Browning’s sentiments by mentioning the yellow rape fields – they’re all around us now, no wonder I’m sneezing! With a Scots/Lithuanian mother and Welsh father, I don’t consider myself as being ‘English’ (even though I was born in Nuneaton) – but wish everyone a ‘Happy St. George’s Day’ anyway’ 🙂

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