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Sonnet II
~ A Visit to York ~

~ where I found that not all foreigners speak perfect English ~
A true account!


A fine April day, a visit to York ~
History and beauty where time stands still.
In the late afternoon, I think a walk
Along the city walls will fit the bill.

From Monk Bar to Bootham I make my way
Dreaming of other walks in other years
Until a foreign lady bids me stay;
She wants her photo taken it appears.

That done, I indicate the other bank
Beyond the wall, in case she has not seen
The carpet of daffodils, rank on rank ~
Golden glory in the sun, so serene.

This charming sight the gentle heart inspires;
In wonder, "Are they savage?" she inquires.



The Daffodils at York





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