Our Fine Romance Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Our Fine Romance



Forty words:

Strolling along the banks of the Trent

enjoying West Bridgford air,

was prelude to unfailing romance

foreseen by prophets at Nottingham Fair.

In Robin Hood country, Sherwood,

we married decades ago...

tomorrow holds wonderful memories

August Anniversary tells me so.

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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