September in England is where I should be
Mist rolling over the hills to a tranquil sea
English country gardens still in full bloom
The sweet smell of Roses fills every room
Misty mornings, balmy nights
The last of the summer’s delights
Cricket on the village green
Soon will not be seen
September on the cusp of summer
Autumn is a different drummer
Its tune is wild with windy days
Saying goodbye to summer’s haze
England has such temperate climes
Trips to the sea in holiday times
A country surrounded by sea
In September, it’s where I should be
Sounds like a magical place to be.
EXCELLENT!!!
~Linda