2018 World Cup
Oh to be in England on a Summers Day
Said Shakespeare
I think ?
I must confess
I can't ever remember an Indian Summer
As Sun kissed as this
The garden grass has turned crisp brown
The tree's are shedding
And the flowers are wilting in the bathing heat
And i have had to double my hayfever medication
To placate the skyrocketing pollen rates
But you will never hear me complain
For me this is pure bliss
Reminds me of the pleasure of one's first kiss
My ailments seem cured
My eyes are alive to new possibility
I am at 1 with the mid-day sun gods
On the celestial equinox
Oh to be in England on a summers day
To witness a red rose
Dressed up in the afterglow
Dancing for pleasure
Sat out in the garden
Drink of choice in hand
Waiting for dusk to land
I can not think of anywhere else I would rather be
The World Cup is on T.V
And England are through to the 2nd round
With 1 game to spare
Dare to dream
If this summer is anything to go by
Stranger things have happened
Like the Moon landings
If it can be sunny for this long in rainy dour England
Then let us all make hey while the sun shines
And maybe just maybe
You never know
This may be our time shine
And we could finally put to bed
The memory of 1966
3 Lion's on our Shirt
Come on England
Oh to be in England on a World Cup Summers Day
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