Here’s the first verse of a poem by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889)
Home – Thoughts, from Abroad
Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England – now!
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I’m sure he was missing England Don’t you? Here’s my response to his poem,
Home – Thoughts from England.
Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s here.
To wake one morning, suddenly aware –
Of blossoming trees, bumble-bees,
Rolling fields turned yellow.
A chaffinch singing merrily
On the bough of next door’s old pine tree.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,
Than in England – now!
Susan Jones - Writer 
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