The story and glory of Wlliam Willett
born in England eighteen fifty-one,
died here at age fifty nine...
One fine day when riding his steed
through grassland and meadowsweet
an idea suddenly entered his mind
~~~Daylight Saving Time~~~
He campaigned for a Bill on the subject
to be passed by the British Parliament
and this succeeded without argument.
In spring nineteen-sixteen clocks were
put 'forward' on a Sunday ~ and the
opposite situation every Autumn.
William Willett's idea was heaven-sent
and we honour his name; a memorial
maybe seen at Petts Wood in Kent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem