I remember lining up on the Port road
With flag in hand and excitement sowed
Other school children were standing around
And after the Queen passed we were half-holiday bound
So we waited and looked and looked and waited
It seemed forever as our excitement dissipated
Until in the distance there was a roaring motorcycle sound
Of police escorts and a black limousine bound
Seated in the back I could see the Queen
As she waved the Queen wave and we hoped to be seen
In a couple of seconds it was all over and done
And we filed off to our half-holiday duly won.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The melee and its excitement during the visit of a dignitary always remain in the memory to be cherished when we grow old. But for children, it has an additional significance: And we filed off to our half-holiday duly won.