For the England that shines
In the leaves of the oaks.
On dappled acres.
For the view from Tyler Hill
Misted in ages.
Laid out like a velvet glove.
For the spires of Canterbury
Sunlit
Rising above her greens and arches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poetry panted with words..............enjoyed.........