A special breath has been whispering
Around my neck of late-
Some breezes cool us on hot days
Evaporate our accumulated heats.
Give me sparkling new air and rainbows
A deep blue ocean that I can swim in
Green grass and trees that shadow with ease
Pass me that full bodied red.
Come and talk to me
As I sit on the naughty chair.
I seem to be surrounded by nannies.
They do not yield sweet milk.
He speaks his language in a soft tongue and voice
His alphabet undecipherable
Yet nothing guttural gutters forth to my ear
No words I cannot bear to hear-
On my knees of delight holding tight
To the sight of all the English colours
The sweetest named peas march before me...
All named historically.