Berwick Is Calling Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Berwick Is Calling



Pastures green of summertime
are now unlocking their door and
children will be free from school
to happily romp across the moor.

When caravan time is here again
there will be joyous laughter in the sun
for holidays at Berwick-on-Tweed
are always so full of fun.

Berwick is quite an historic town with
many places of popular renown ~
on the border of England and Scotland
where fields of green and gold abound.

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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