I find this a thing of beauty.
The True Dragon
by Brian Patten
St George was out walking
He met a dragon on a hill,
It was wise and wonderful
Too glorious to kill
It slept amongst the wild thyme
Where the oxlips and violets grow
Its skin was a luminous fire
That made the English landscape glow
Its tears were Englands crystal rivers
Its breath the mist on Englands moors
Its larder was Englands orchards,
Its house was without doors
St George was in awe of it
It was a thing apart
He hid the sleeping dragon
Inside every English heart
So on this day lets celebrate
Englands valleys full of light,
The green fire of the landscape
Lakes shivering with delight
Lets celebrate St Georges Day,
The dragon in repose;
The brilliant lark ascending,
The yew, the oak, the rose.
Happy St George's day, Harry.
The True Dragon
by Brian Patten
St George was out walking
He met a dragon on a hill,
It was wise and wonderful
Too glorious to kill
It slept amongst the wild thyme
Where the oxlips and violets grow
Its skin was a luminous fire
That made the English landscape glow
Its tears were Englands crystal rivers
Its breath the mist on Englands moors
Its larder was Englands orchards,
Its house was without doors
St George was in awe of it
It was a thing apart
He hid the sleeping dragon
Inside every English heart
So on this day lets celebrate
Englands valleys full of light,
The green fire of the landscape
Lakes shivering with delight
Lets celebrate St Georges Day,
The dragon in repose;
The brilliant lark ascending,
The yew, the oak, the rose.
Happy St George's day, Harry.