Summer In England
The land was before us and so was the sea.
We are intruders in the wild of stone and tree.
We dwell in our shelters and pine to be free.
Freed the forest from dangers,
as strangers we study the sky.
We do not belong there
but our dreams take us high.
Where are we going? Where have we gone?
If only we knew how to get through.
But let us be civilised, it is summer.
In England that means a pot of tea,
strawberry jam and cream on a scone.