The Holiday
Soft dawns and green Suffolk expanse
Long golden beaches of corn stubble
Below the azure skies of August days
A Marabou Stork and rhino horn
Herons fly as a reminder of prehistory over...
Round, turreted church towers
Formed of flint from the Saxon land
While wine flowed and food followed
On the yielding lawns of Satis House
For half a century of perfect grace
Cromer crabs may dress for the tourists
But sartorially fine tourists dress for locals
A holiday is always over before it begins
But memories; well they may last a lifetime
