Charles M. Moore

(1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

Gentlemen the Queen


A view to see of red and gold
the horses march ahead
and through the great imperial gate
the stately coach is led

With many years of joy and tears
the Queen admires the crowd
she's seen it all her head still tall
a wave a smile a bow

A sea of heads and arms and legs
erupt as she goes by
the banners wave the big parade
the screams the shouts the cries

Only in old London town
could such a sight be seen
oh what a wonder she endows
gentlemen the Queen.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, May 10, 2006

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  • Will Barber (8/15/2006 11:04:00 PM)

    What a wonderful and sincere poem. Tradition carries us through the anarchy of the years. Admiration of the admirable, admirably expressed! - Will (Report) Reply

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