In Stratford-upon-Avon, a tale began,Of a bard whose words would forever span.His quill danced across the parchment bright,Crafting worlds of…
In the hush of morning’s gentle mist, The English rain begins to play, A symphony of whispers kissed, Upon the…
In the soft embrace of the English rain, Whispers of clouds drift silently by, Gentle patter on windowpanes, A lullaby…
Amidst the woods so dark and deep, Where Robert’s verses often leap. The trails he chose, the roads less trod,…
Upon the throne of time they sit, enshrined, With crowns of gold and scepters that command, Their eyes, like stars,…
Beneath the grey and silver sky, The rain begins its gentle sigh. Each drop a kiss from clouds above, A…
In the heart of Englandâs verdant fields, Where ancient oaks and willows stand, The morning mist a blanket yields, And…
In fields where golden daffodils sway, Under skies of cerulean blue, Life in England finds its way, In whispers of…
In the heart of England, where traditions bloom, There lies a family, in an old wooden room. Stories of ancestors…