You can feel it <br />the bit in the air <br />on a winter morn. <br />Golden sunlight <br />through the trees <br />on a spring day. <br />The glint on the river <br />in may. <br />As the may flies <br />dance there day, <br />in England.<br /><br />Roy Storey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/england-5/
