Egal Bohen

Rookie - 10 Points (Earth)

And We Will Call It Britain - Poem by Egal Bohen

Crisp green the stems of daffodils
That brave in spring cold sun
Soft tender green the hawthorn buds
Unfurled with winter done
Bright green the fresh leaves on the limes
That verdant branches lace
Dark green the lily’s slender shoot
That moist earth, piercing breaks

But greenest of all that is green
An island Earth did make
And we will call it Britain
Natures green estate

Comments about And We Will Call It Britain by Egal Bohen

  • Rookie - 0 Points Gillian.E. Shaw (4/18/2009 12:52:00 PM)

    Makes me want to cry - makes me yearn...a perfect poem...SUPERB! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Alice Affi (11/10/2008 8:24:00 PM)

    a beautiful poem Egal, I love the imagery

    God bless

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 15, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 11, 2008

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