We might have gone to England
British Air in business class
spent Summer time in Westminster
placed flowers at the cenotaph.
Windsor, Bath and Stonehenge
Cotswolds, Stratford, see King Lear
You wanted so to visit England
I wanted so to take you there.
We might have cruised Bermuda
or St. Thomas Virgin Isle
maybe sailed to Santorini
or up to Luxor on the Nile.
But you always wanted England
perhaps we’ll go next fall
a five star room at Claridge’s
an evening stroll on down the Mall.
Shop all day at Debenham’s
Mayfair for high tea and scones
have a peek at Downing Street
Fulham, Chelsea, Hyde Park, Sloane’s.
Come join me on my evening walk
the cranes have just returned you know
the squirrel in the Jacaranda
is watching as we stroll and talk.
Tonight perhaps a quiet dinner
in a candle’s evening glow
the children will be home for Easter
plan just when we’d like to go.
Sitting over Lean Cuisine
in my robe very much alone
I’m planning for our trip to England
I promise you this time we’ll go.
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toritto 
Nice meeting you toritto , you know that here in Spain torito is what we call a bull? It´s really toro but you can also say “mira ese torito” I´m pretty sure you do, having traveled so much and I did take a peak at the post you talked about WWII and fascist Franco. It´s actually a sad truth what you said.
Great poem, I´m already taking that walk in England after reading this.
Glad you stumbled upon my crazy little blog.
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Charly – many thanks for the kind words. The name of my blog, Toritto, is the name of the town in Italy where my family lived for centuries before my grandfather came to America. My extended family is still there, outside Bari, on the Adriatic. I’ve traveled in Spain many years ago, mostly in and around Madrid and Barcelona. Thanks for coming by. Regards
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I can imagine that I am there! Wonderful Toritto, just wonderful. I’m often reading about England and I hope to go there.
Thank you!
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Shelby – During the ’90s my work required I spend about a month in England each year. I would usually be there in December, fly home for the holidays and return after the New Year. The kids were young at the time and in school. My wife always wanted to go to London but we always put it off. “We’ll do it next year” or “when I retire”.
She never made it. She passed 4 months after I retired. She was already ill.
Carpe Diem.
Regards
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