The road from ’63

A Cottage stood at the edge of time,
where a woodland path led us to England,
green in glory,
where twilight hour
gave us silence and safety.

I find ashes where we once skipped
through the merry bliss of young springs.

Oh wonderful England
you gave us hearts at peace,
Bluebells chimed silent chimes
of waking to mornings of welcome.

The May breeze the autumn chill,
the footprints in the snow,
youths young glory
where truth was being free.

God who made England,
look on your aging children
and have mercy
because, you left hearts that still beat
on the road from ’63.

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