Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday
Hear the guards
Marching down to where
St James Palace
From Wellington Barracks
In Winter Cloaks
The air
Their faces ruddy
Spring is on its way
But Winters breath
You can feel it
On this Easter Day

Grey cloaks and black trousers
White gloves and black boots
Each carrying an instrument
It feels cold at one’s roots
Marching all in unison
This is what they do
the Welsh Guards
In their livery
Make a splendid view.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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