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!
THE READERS GANG
SWEET FIFTEEN
THERE IS ALWAYS A FIRST TIME........
LONDON, HERE WE COME
BACK TO WINCHESTER?