Lizzard Crick in May

O come with me to “Lizzard Crick”,

     Such haunting days as these;

And loiter in her sunlit smiles,

     And feel her joy and ease.

She’s never quite so full of charms,

     And things a chap adores,

As when May spreads her robe of green

     Along her winding shores.

Her face has turned from gray to blue

     And dimples in the sun;

She has a welcome smile for you

     And me and everyone.

She beckons at the close of day,

     Again at early morn,

And knows I’ll answer her sweet call

     Before the May has gone.

O, come with me to “Lizzard Crick”,

     And bask beneath her smiles;

I fain would share with you her peace,

     Her waywardness and wiles.

She’s never quite so full of life,

     So full of truthful lays,

As when May spreads her robe of green

     Along her winding ways.

May 15, ‘09