Glyndebourne - Poem by David Keig
Cucumber sandwiches there on the lawn
soft English summers down at Glyndebourne.
Stage sets designed by David Hockney
slow summer evenings with some Earl Grey tea.
Driving slow back in the darkening light
narrowing lanes, the glow from twilight.
Magical music, clipped grassy lawns
these were the times when the day i was born
seemed special and sacred and all that could be
was whole captured by that one pot of hot tea.
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