We English Know Aren'T Poets

On the Beeb this morning, on the flagship radio news show, that the grocer's daughter always listened to but didn't like at all, the National Poet of 'Land of Song' sang the praises of an American poet who now wears the laurel of that Un-American American so justly admired for his poetry if not his politics, giving me the urge to enquire, why do not we English, full eighty-five percent of the population of this kingdom of the sea, like the other nations of divided Britannia, do not have a National Poet, on grounds of equity? I could bore you with a long list of the great, good, indifferent, and poor like and unlike me of the poets of old Albion and this New England, ours and the world's poet the Bard of Stratford - Super Avon. And while we are about it, what about having the Cross of Saint George flown on public buildings as the Saltire of Scotland and the Red Dragon of Cymru? As for Red Hand of Ulster, and its other flag disputes that seem this side of the water to almost make us want to puke - well - words do not fail me! One day, perhaps, we will have our own Parliament back, as it and the States General of the northern Netherlands were the only ones to stand for Liberty against Europe's tyrants all. Are these dreams walking or nightmares stalking ?