Elizabeth Regina

The concrete jungle is far away

Balmoral in the mist

Mother Nature all around

Elizabeth’s place of bliss

 

I was five and just at school

When Liz came to the throne

All my life a gentle presence

England’s marrowbone

 

A life of duty since a girl

She had her own romance

Then the sorrows of later life

Her share of charm and chance

 

Great her love of horses

Truly a country girl

Now an age is ending

Plaintive bagpipe skirl

 

Brian Fahy

8 September 2022

 

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