A Cry for St. George!

So when St. George's Day arrives
We Englishmen won't hide
For Elizabeth, England & St. George

We'll wear our Rose with pride

-an English Adage

This afternoon we celebrated, 

like any true Anglophile 

With tea and scones and sandwiches, 

we were so British in style.

And when the clock chimed 4 o'clock
We all dashed into the sun
Where there were the tables, laden with food,
As our St. George's Tea had begun.

Our strawberries were served with clotted cream

 The scones were piled just right,
Our poundcake was baked golden brown
Much to our delight!

On silver platters, piled high were

Salmon, egg, and cress

The sandwiches were so delish

That I must confess

There were no leftovers that afternoon,

Nothing left on silver plates

No tea, no sandwiches or scones to be found

No proof that we did celebrate.

Enjoying the sun, we stayed in the garden

Relaxed until late in the day

Filled with tea and berries and cream

Enjoying such elegant cachet.

So, on this beautiful celebratory day,

Let’s remember the namesake’s life

While St. George slew his dragons with skill

We attack with our spoon, fork and knife.

Go fight some dragons,

ej

Friday, April 23

In the garden