It was a summer's day,
with a cloudless sky,
as we walked over the bridge,
at Stratford upon Avon.
On the opposite bank,
we sauntered along,
with the town to our right.
Trees with their leaves,
shadowed our footpath.
Across the river we saw,
the Royal Shakespeare Theatre,
in the distance the parish church,
where Shakespeare had been,
laid to rest before the high altar.
The scenery was idyllic,
the day was warm.
Swans glided by and
people rowed their boats.
My father stopped and
surveyed the landscape
and said quietly,
It does not get more English
than this. This is our land,
Our England.
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Author:
Keith Jeffries (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was born twenty miles from Stratford upon Avon. It was in the very heart of England. A special place where I feel I have a great affinity.
- Category: Reflection
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My comments on the poem "Leafy Warwickshire” by Keith Jeffries
As you mention Shakespeare in your poem, do read my poem : “Jabbing Shakespeare” on this site. Here is the link :
https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-173423
Soman Ragavan. 7 February, 2024.
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Soman, Thank you indeed for your comment and also for information concerning your book on Shakespeare. I shall take note of this. Keith
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